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Seite 55 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale; Summer is come, for every spray now springs, The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes...
Seite 164 - They are the last ! The last ! the last ! the last ! Oh ! by that little word, How many thoughts are stirred ; That sister of the past ! Pale flowers ! Pale perishing flowers ! Ye're types of precious things; Types of those bitter moments, That flit like life's enjoyments, On rapid, rapid wings. Last hours with parting dear ones, (That time the fastest spends) Last tears in silence shed, Last words half uttered, Last looks of dying friends.
Seite 3 - Weak with nice sense the chaste Mimosa stands, From each rude touch withdraws her timid hands; Oft as light clouds o'erpass the summer glade...
Seite v - Time's never-ceasing flight, and tell us truths divine. You, as the changing Seasons roll along, Still wait on each, and added beauties lend:— Around the smiling Spring a lovely throng With eager rivalry her steps attend ; Others with Summer's brighter glories blend; Some grace mild Autumn's more majestic mien; While some few lingering blooms the brow befriend Of hoary Winter, and with grace serene Inwreath the King of storms with Mercy's gentler sheen.
Seite 55 - THE soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale: The nightingale with feathers new she sings; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale.
Seite 164 - THOSE few pale autumn flowers, How beautiful they are ! Than all that went before, Than all the summer store, How lovelier far ! And why ? — They are the last ! The last ! the last ! the last ! Oh ! by that little word, How many thoughts are stirred...
Seite 148 - In solitude ; — Like patience, thou Art quiet in thy earth, Instructing Hope that Virtue's birth Is Feeling's vow. Thy fancied bride! — The delicate Snow-drop, keeps Her home with thee; she wakes and sleeps Near thy true side. Will man but hear ! A simple flower can tell What beauties in his mind should dwell Through Passion's sphere.
Seite 147 - Th' autumnal bulb, till pale, declining days ? The GOD of SEASONS ; whose pervading power Controls the sun, or sheds the fleecy shower : He bids each flower His quick'ning word obey; Or to each lingering bloom enjoins delay.
Seite 74 - Cased in mortar, cramp'd with lead ; Of a living stock alone Brother of the lifeless stone. Else unprized, I have my worth On the spot that gives me birth ; Nature's vast and varied field Braver flowers than me will yield, Bold in form and rich in hue, Children of a purer dew ; Smiling lips and winning eyes Meet for earthly paradise. Choice are such, — and yet thou knowest Highest he whose lot is lowest. They, proud hearts, a home reject Framed by human architect...
Seite 134 - No word the old man utters, — His earnest eyes grow dim ; One spot beyond the salt sea Is present now to him. There blooms the earliest primrose, His father's grave hard by ; There lieth all his kindred, There he shall never lie. The living mass moves onward, The Lady and her train ; They press upon her path still, To look and look again. Yet on she moves securely, No guards are needed there ; Of her they hem so closely They would not harm a hair. Be blessings on that Lady ! Be blessings on that...

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