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Page 20 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley...
Page 92 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you ; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn ; Kind nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn ! O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave...
Page 17 - O never, never turn away thine ear ! Forlorn, in this bleak wilderness below, Ah ! what were man, should Heaven refuse to hear ! To others do (the law is not severe) What to thyself thou wishest to be done. Forgive thy foes ; and love thy parents dear, And friends, and native land ; nor those alone : All human weal and woe learn thou to make thine own.
Page 14 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene. In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on...
Page xxviii - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Page 20 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? — The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide, The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ; The hum of bees ; the linnet's lay of love ; And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Page 90 - AT the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove...
Page 26 - One part, one little part, we dimly scan Through the dark medium of life's feverish dream ; Yet dare arraign the whole stupendous plan, If but that little part incongruous seem. Nor is. that part perhaps what mortals deem; Oft from apparent ill our blessings rise. O then renounce that impious self-esteem, That aims to trace the secrets of the skies : For thou art but of dust ; be humble, and be wise.
Page 9 - Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free ; Patient of toil ; serene amidst alarms ; Inflexible in faith ; invincible in arms.
Page 17 - XXX. See, in the rear of the warm sunny shower The visionary boy from shelter fly ; For now the storm of summer rain is o'er, And cool, and fresh, and fragrant is the sky. And, lo ! in the dark east, expanded high, The rainbow brightens to the setting Sun ! Fond fool, that deem'st the streaming glory nigh, How vain the chace thine ardour has begun ! "Tis fled afar, ere half thy purposed race be run.