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Book. THE GRAVE . THERE is a calm for those who weep , A rest for weary pilgrims found : They softly lie , and sweetly sweep , The storm that wrecks the wintry sky No more disturbs. Low in the ground . HEY shot him dead at the Nine ...
Book. THE GRAVE . THERE is a calm for those who weep , A rest for weary pilgrims found : They softly lie , and sweetly sweep , The storm that wrecks the wintry sky No more disturbs. Low in the ground . HEY shot him dead at the Nine ...
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... rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground , The soul , of origin divine , God's glorious image , freed from clay , In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine , A star of day ! The sun is but a ...
... rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground , The soul , of origin divine , God's glorious image , freed from clay , In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine , A star of day ! The sun is but a ...
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... rest , to walk abroad , to do almost as he desired him . And when the day came on which they must remove her , in her earthly shape from earthly eyes for ever , he led him away that he might not know when she was taken from him . They ...
... rest , to walk abroad , to do almost as he desired him . And when the day came on which they must remove her , in her earthly shape from earthly eyes for ever , he led him away that he might not know when she was taken from him . They ...
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Book. CONTENTMENT . MY conscience is my crown ; Contented thoughts my rest ; My heart is happy in itself ; My bliss is in my breast . Enough , I reckon wealth ; A mean , the surest lot ; That lies too high for base contempt , Too low for ...
Book. CONTENTMENT . MY conscience is my crown ; Contented thoughts my rest ; My heart is happy in itself ; My bliss is in my breast . Enough , I reckon wealth ; A mean , the surest lot ; That lies too high for base contempt , Too low for ...
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... rest ; So many hours must I contemplate ; So many hours must I sport myself ; So many days my ewes have been with young ; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean ; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes , hours ...
... rest ; So many hours must I contemplate ; So many hours must I sport myself ; So many days my ewes have been with young ; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean ; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes , hours ...
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Page 135 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul, All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Page 28 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Page 108 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 64 - And shook it forth with a royal will. " Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came ; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !
Page 53 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Page 100 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Page 100 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Page 53 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 29 - The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Page 53 - God ! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now ; To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, — How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.