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... breath , Raise this to strength , and sicken that to death ? Whence does it happen that the plant , which well We name the sensitive , should move and feel ? Whence know her leaves to answer her command , And with quick horror , fly the ...
... breath , Raise this to strength , and sicken that to death ? Whence does it happen that the plant , which well We name the sensitive , should move and feel ? Whence know her leaves to answer her command , And with quick horror , fly the ...
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... breath , And wraps the traveller in his sands of death ; Can nature smile ? Does aught the view descry , But sandy desert , and a flaming sky ? Yes ; close embosom'd in that dreary waste , Kind Providence a verdant isle hath plac'd ...
... breath , And wraps the traveller in his sands of death ; Can nature smile ? Does aught the view descry , But sandy desert , and a flaming sky ? Yes ; close embosom'd in that dreary waste , Kind Providence a verdant isle hath plac'd ...
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... AND THE BRAMBLE . WHEN Nature wore her loveliest bloom , And fields and hedges breath'd perfume ; When every painted child of spring Flutter'd in air its little wing ; Pleas'd as I rang'd a verdant field , ( Each G 2 IN VERSE . 63.
... AND THE BRAMBLE . WHEN Nature wore her loveliest bloom , And fields and hedges breath'd perfume ; When every painted child of spring Flutter'd in air its little wing ; Pleas'd as I rang'd a verdant field , ( Each G 2 IN VERSE . 63.
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... breath of morn ; her rising sweet , With charm of earliest birds : pleasant the sun , When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams on herb , tree , fruit , and flower , Glistering with dew : fragrant the fertile earth ...
... breath of morn ; her rising sweet , With charm of earliest birds : pleasant the sun , When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams on herb , tree , fruit , and flower , Glistering with dew : fragrant the fertile earth ...
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... sylvan world ; And , breathing wholesome air , and wandering much , Need other physic none , to heal the effects Of loathsome diet , penury , and cold . MORNING WALK , AND OCCUPATIONS . Bloomfield . His task H 2 IN VERSE . 75.
... sylvan world ; And , breathing wholesome air , and wandering much , Need other physic none , to heal the effects Of loathsome diet , penury , and cold . MORNING WALK , AND OCCUPATIONS . Bloomfield . His task H 2 IN VERSE . 75.
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82 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven; On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
186 ÆäÀÌÁö - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
105 ÆäÀÌÁö - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
143 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
xii ÆäÀÌÁö - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
92 ÆäÀÌÁö - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise His works behold, Both day and night.
174 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, God-like erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty, seemed lords of all, And worthy seemed; for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure— Severe, but in true filial freedom placed, Whence true authority in men: though both Not equal, as their sex not equal seemed; For contemplation he and valour formed, For softness she and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him.
97 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.