Songs of a WayfarerLongmans, Green, 1869 - 229 páginas |
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Ajolfo amongst angels beat beauty beauty's queen beneath beside birds bliss bloom blossoms blow blown blue bowers breath breezes bright brooklet calm Cariola Alolo celestial spheres clear cloud cold crown cuckoo dawn doth dream echoes eyes face Fair fall sweet fall sweet Imogene floating flowers fountain gentle gleams glory glow gold golden goodly days grace green grey grove happy hath heart heaven Hushed king kiss land life's light lightly lips live Love's lullaby maid maid Marian maiden melilot Michaelmas moan moon morning mortal murmur nevermore night nightingale nymphs o'er pale peace praise purple clover ringdove river roll rose round sedge shade shadow shawm shine Siena sighs sing skies smile song sorrow soul soul's sound sparkling spirit stars stept stream summer sunshine tambourine tears tempest tender thee thou thought TITIAN trees truth vale wandered waves Whilst whispered winds
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Página 189 - When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
Página 114 - And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die...
Página 180 - WILLIAM DAVIES. 1829— DOING AND BEING. Think not alone to do right and fulfil Life's due perfection by the simple worth Of lawful actions call'd by justice forth, And thus condone a world confused with ill ! But fix the high condition of thy will To be right, that its good's spontaneous birth May spread like flowers springing from the earth On which the natural dews of heaven distil ! For these require no honours, take no care For gratitude from men, — but more are bless'd In the sweet ignorance...
Página 153 - Eeligion not composed of sighs, Nor made of captious subtleties ; But raised through loving sympathies. • A patriotism born and spent Most chiefly in self-government, Whereby the public good is meant. True wisdom bred not on the lip, Nor mere extent of scholarship ; But that which through the heart grows ripe. A rectitude which swerveth not: Which seeks and finds—if that its lot Be rough or smooth—the self-same spot: Which anchors not on shifting ground : And though it hear the billows sound,...
Página 128 - Return to where his first companions feed, They have no pity for him in his need; But turn, with cruel horns, and gore him round. So with the darkened spirit, I have found, Whom weight of care should to his fellows lead: They cry: ' This man has lost all grace indeed, Or never had...
Página 154 - A will that knows no other law Than that which from itself doth draw; And only holds its God in awe. So large a sense of truth within, That asks not any crown to win, Nor cares for praise of men a pin: • But for itself doth hold itself Its own reward : untouched by pelf: Setting opinion on the shelf.
Página 171 - ... and greet; And blessed sunshine feeds, with tempered heat, From open skies, new blossoms through the bowers Touched by the spirit's glory ; whilst the Hours Their airy dance with joyous footsteps beat; And all the good of life seems crowded in A few short moments :—take them unto thee...
Página 197 - The long-familiar fields, And every flower about my path An ancient influence yields : And every tree, new-clothed in green, Looks as it looked of yore, As still and grand as if those were The very leaves it wore.
Página 3 - But love be long or love be short, Love be sad or gay, Love doth make us all his sport; For he will have his day.
Página 190 - ... grasp the limbs of Job, longing to hurry him away. The border is now all fire, which wavers and soars triumphantly, as over a sacked city. Our memory recalls a fine MS. stanza, by a friend, which expresses the sentiment of this dark picture : — ' My bones are filled with feverish fire, My tongue hath nigh forgot to speak, My couch is like a burning pyre, My heart throbs wildly e'er it break. 0 God, my God, to Thee I pray, Help me — no other help I know ; 1 am full of tossings to and fro Until...