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... sound ; The joy , the light of every face , Sleeps far beneath the ground . Now , when I take my much - loved flute , To pipe a joyous strain , To every accent it is mute , Save that which doth complain . The seasons come and pass away ...
... sound ; The joy , the light of every face , Sleeps far beneath the ground . Now , when I take my much - loved flute , To pipe a joyous strain , To every accent it is mute , Save that which doth complain . The seasons come and pass away ...
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... , Which gleams the hills between , When not a silver streak From the morning can be won , Save the fringe upon the peak Of the cloud before the sun . C VOL . I. THE RURAL POSTMAN'S SABBATH . THE mellowed sounds of Sabbath HOPE . 17 HOPE.
... , Which gleams the hills between , When not a silver streak From the morning can be won , Save the fringe upon the peak Of the cloud before the sun . C VOL . I. THE RURAL POSTMAN'S SABBATH . THE mellowed sounds of Sabbath HOPE . 17 HOPE.
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Edward Capern. THE RURAL POSTMAN'S SABBATH . THE mellowed sounds of Sabbath bells Fall gently on my ear , And as they break in murmuring swells , My heart is tuned to prayer . In Sunday garb , all neatly clad , With joy upon each face ...
Edward Capern. THE RURAL POSTMAN'S SABBATH . THE mellowed sounds of Sabbath bells Fall gently on my ear , And as they break in murmuring swells , My heart is tuned to prayer . In Sunday garb , all neatly clad , With joy upon each face ...
Page 77
... sound of their fluttering whirr . But , O , I shall never forget the bright smoke That curled from the cot in the dale , As it stole ' mid the back - ground of chestnut and oak , Like a stream of rich blue through the vale . At length I ...
... sound of their fluttering whirr . But , O , I shall never forget the bright smoke That curled from the cot in the dale , As it stole ' mid the back - ground of chestnut and oak , Like a stream of rich blue through the vale . At length I ...
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... a cell in his mind . Content in obscurity's nook , His thoughts are prophetic and sage ; And when Death has sealed up his book , You'll wish you had scanned o'er a page . THE REVERIE . No sound was heard , a gentle 110 POEMS .
... a cell in his mind . Content in obscurity's nook , His thoughts are prophetic and sage ; And when Death has sealed up his book , You'll wish you had scanned o'er a page . THE REVERIE . No sound was heard , a gentle 110 POEMS .
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April's showers Barton Home beautiful Spring bells Bideford bird bloom blossoms bough brave breath breeze brooklet brow Buckland Brewer buds burn burning song butterflies charm cheek Christmas clouds cuckoo daisies dance dear death Devon earth Edward Capern England eyes fields are yellow flow'ret flowers flying song fragrant friends fugleman gentle gleam glory golden green happy hours hath hawthorn hear heart heaven Heigho hill kiss lads lark light Live in love maiden melody merrily merry harvesters mirth morn mourn music tunes neath night nook o'er Old England parterre poems poet poet's postman Pretty Rosa primrose rapturous song rich ring Rosa Bright rosy scene shade shout showers singing mellow skies smiling smiling train song sorrow soul sweet sweetest tears tell thee thought thrush tis pleasant living toil tree tune Twas wander wavelet wear ween weep Whilst wild wing ye men yonder
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Page i - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start...
Page i - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Page 162 - Look aloft!" and be firm, and be fearless of heart. If the friend who embraced In prosperity's glow, With a smile for each joy, and a tear for each woe, Should betray thee when sorrows like clouds are arrayed, "Look aloft!
Page 97 - He wooes the bright sun o'er the lea With a flourish of his horn. So the thrush, the thrush, the old gray thrush, A merry, blithe old boy is he ; You may hear him on the roadside bush, Or the topmost twig of the mountain tree. To come with the balmy breath of Spring, And...
Page v - Mr. Capern's features have a striking resemblance to those of Oliver Goldsmith ; he has also the Doctor's sturdy build, though not his personal height. Nor is this the only point of resemblance to our dear Goldy. Mr. Capern has an ear for music, he plays touchingly on the flute, and sings his own songs to his own tunes with striking energy or tenderness.
Page 58 - mid Heaven's music revelling ? For the tones of thy song from the greenwood bush, The lark in the sky, and the mountain thrush, Speak as if it were given to thee To list to seraphic minstrelsy. Ay, there thou hast been. Not sunny France, Or old Italia's land of song, Can furnish such notes for the Poet's dance, As the melody poured from thy musical tongue. Where hast thou been, my beautiful Spring ? Plucking rich plumes from the paroquet's wing, Robbing the clouds of their rainbow crest, Bathing...
Page 162 - O, the postman's is as blessed a life As any one's, I trow, If leaping the stile, o'er many a mile, Can blessedness bestow. If tearing your way through a tangled wood, Or dragging your limbs through a lawn...
Page 159 - He certainly enjoyed his life as a postman. He says: — O, the postman's life is as happy a life As any one's, I trow ; Wand'ring away where dragon-flies play, And brooks sing- soft and low ; And watching the lark as he soars on high, To carol in yonder cloud, "He sings in his labours, and why not I ?
Page 90 - Dear to thy nestlings and precious to me. Bright in eccentric flight, Gleaming with purest white, Floating through ether, all buoyant and free ; Raptured, I've seen thee swerve From thy fantastic curve, Dropping with call-note to sport on the lea. Oft when the billows foam, Far from...
Page 31 - E'en thy foes will call it kindly. "Words are wind : oh, let them never Friendship's golden love-cords sever ! Nor be angry, though another Scorn to call thee' friend or brother. " Brother," say, "let's be forgiving, — Live in love; 'tis pleasant living.