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Cycle. Yes , you have felt , and may not cease to feel . The estate of man would be indeed forlorn , If false conclusions of the reasoning power Made the eye blind , and closed the passages Through which the ear converses with the heart ...
Cycle. Yes , you have felt , and may not cease to feel . The estate of man would be indeed forlorn , If false conclusions of the reasoning power Made the eye blind , and closed the passages Through which the ear converses with the heart ...
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... feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head . She had a rustic , woodland air , And ...
... feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head . She had a rustic , woodland air , And ...
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... - worn is my frame ; But all the vale shuts in is still the same : ' Tis I alone am changed ; they know me not : I feel a stranger , or as one forgot . DANA . A THE GLADNESS OF NATURE . 39 THE GLADNESS OF 38 THE CYCLE OF LIFE .
... - worn is my frame ; But all the vale shuts in is still the same : ' Tis I alone am changed ; they know me not : I feel a stranger , or as one forgot . DANA . A THE GLADNESS OF NATURE . 39 THE GLADNESS OF 38 THE CYCLE OF LIFE .
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... feel A thrill of gladness o'er them steal , When first the wandering eye Sees faintly , in the evening blaze , That glimmering curve of tender rays Just planted in the sky . The sight of that young crescent brings Thoughts of all fair ...
... feel A thrill of gladness o'er them steal , When first the wandering eye Sees faintly , in the evening blaze , That glimmering curve of tender rays Just planted in the sky . The sight of that young crescent brings Thoughts of all fair ...
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... " O guide divine ! " I prayed , " although not yet I may repair the virtue which I feel Gone out at touch of untuned things and foul , With draughts of Beauty , yet declare how soon ! " X " Faithless and faint of heart , " the.
... " O guide divine ! " I prayed , " although not yet I may repair the virtue which I feel Gone out at touch of untuned things and foul , With draughts of Beauty , yet declare how soon ! " X " Faithless and faint of heart , " the.
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angel ANGEL'S STORY beautiful beneath birds blue blue heavens bough breast breath bright brother cheerful child CHILDREN'S HOUR churchyard clouds cold dark dead death deep distant voice doth dream earth English boy EVERMORE eyes Father William feet flowers Forever-never Gaze gentle glad gleam GOD'S ACRE golden grave green grief hand hath heard heart Heaven HEMANS heritage hold in fee holy homes of England hour IDLE SHEPHERD-BOYS land leaves life's light LONGFELLOW look man's son inherit murmur neath never Never-forever night o'er pain play poor poor man's son rejoicing rill river ROPE-WALK round scene shade shadow silent SIMON LEE skies sleep smile snow soft solemn song sorrow sound spirit stars stood stream sweet SWEET AUBURN tears tender thee thou thought toil tread trees twas vale voice Wandering Boy weary ween whisper wild winds wing woods WORDSWORTH youth
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Page 58 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 154 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 27 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 167 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair...
Page 26 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; "Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 64 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 14 - HOUR. BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.
Page 82 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill...
Page 75 - THE stately homes of England ! How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Page 21 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.