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Art thou beam beauty beneath bird blast bloom blossoms boughs bower breast breath breeze bright brow BRYAN EDWARDS calm cheer cloud dark dear death delight deserts a ranger dreary drest earth EDMESTON eternal fade fair flowers gale gaz'd gleams glory glow grace grave green grove hand hath hear heart heaven Highland hill hills holy hope hopes and fears Hottentot Boy hour Icelandic infant land life's light little hour lonely Lord lov'd mighty morn mountains native ne'er night o'er deserts pale pass'd peace PSALM rapture rill round rude scene seem'd serene shade shore sing sleep smile soft song soul sound sparkling spirit spread spring Star of Bethlehem stars storm summer sunny sweet tear tempest thee thine thou art tomb tread trees vale voice wave weary West Indies white-bosom'd stranger wild wind wing wintry woods
Página 5 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown : The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
Página 18 - So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day, So dies a wave along the shore.
Página 4 - The purple heath and golden broom, On moory mountains catch the gale, O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume, The violet in the vale; But this bold floweret climbs the hill, Hides in the forest, haunts the glen, Plays on the margin of the rill, Peeps round the fox's den.
Página 38 - The auburn nut that held thee, swallowing down Thy yet close-folded latitude of boughs And all thine embryo vastness at a gulp.
Página 88 - Disasters, do the best we can, Will reach both great and small And he is oft the wisest man, Who is not wise at all.
Página 46 - Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem : But one alone the Saviour speaks ; It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Página 91 - THE GREEN LINNET BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet. My last year's friends together.
Página 25 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not.
Página 90 - And, as a fagot sparkles on the hearth, Not less if unattended and alone, Than when both young and old sit gathered round, And take delight in its activity, Even so this happy creature of herself Is all-sufficient; solitude to her Is blithe society; she fills the air With gladness and involuntary songs.