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... Unto the crisped yew . When yew Your houses to renew , To readorn the house . HERRICK . It is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before , The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door . There is ...
... Unto the crisped yew . When yew Your houses to renew , To readorn the house . HERRICK . It is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before , The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door . There is ...
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... unto weariness , my family , having now overcome all household distractions , invites me to our common devotions ; not without some short preparation . These , heartily performed , send me up with a more strong and cheerful appetite to ...
... unto weariness , my family , having now overcome all household distractions , invites me to our common devotions ; not without some short preparation . These , heartily performed , send me up with a more strong and cheerful appetite to ...
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... unto the world in it , and drew the strength of God's moral precept unto it , therefore justly do we sing with the Psalmist , " this is the day which the Lord hath made . " Now I forget the world , and in a sort myself ; and deal with ...
... unto the world in it , and drew the strength of God's moral precept unto it , therefore justly do we sing with the Psalmist , " this is the day which the Lord hath made . " Now I forget the world , and in a sort myself ; and deal with ...
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... unto it , seeing not many women , but very few men , have attained thereunto ? ' ' I will tell you , ' quoth she ... unto me . And thus my book hath been so much my pleasure , and bringeth daily to me more pleasure and more , that in ...
... unto it , seeing not many women , but very few men , have attained thereunto ? ' ' I will tell you , ' quoth she ... unto me . And thus my book hath been so much my pleasure , and bringeth daily to me more pleasure and more , that in ...
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... Unto the crisped yew . When yew is out , then birch comes in , And many flowers beside , Both of a fresh and fragrant kin , To honour Whitsuntide . Green rushes then , and sweetest bents , With cooler oaken boughs , Then youthful box ...
... Unto the crisped yew . When yew is out , then birch comes in , And many flowers beside , Both of a fresh and fragrant kin , To honour Whitsuntide . Green rushes then , and sweetest bents , With cooler oaken boughs , Then youthful box ...
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Page 160 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 160 - Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning « Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Page 137 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 5 - Undreamt of by the sensual and the proud — Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud — We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
Page 157 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Page 13 - At his first settling with me, I made him a present of all the good sermons which have been printed in English, and only begged of him that every Sunday he would pronounce one of them in the pulpit. Accordingly he has digested them into such a series, that they follow one another naturally, and make a continued system of practical divinity.
Page 91 - I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Page 12 - He is now in his fifty-sixth year, cheerful, gay, and hearty; keeps a good house both in town and country; a great lover of mankind; but there is such a mirthful cast in his behaviour, that he is rather beloved than esteemed. His tenants grow rich, his servants look satisfied, all the young women profess love to him, and the young men are glad of his company.
Page 157 - Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues. Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge ! You see the glimmer of the stream beneath, But hear no murmuring : it flows silently, O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still, A balmy night ! and though the stars be dim, Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden the green earth, and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. And hark! the Nightingale begins its song, " Most musical, most melancholy " bird ! * A melancholy bird ! Oh...
Page 193 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.