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Page 46 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Page 46 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold...
Page 206 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure ! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ! Ae fareweel, alas ! for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Page 104 - The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much bis friend indeed, To pardon or to bear it.
Page 97 - Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some; Houses in ashes, and the fall of stocks, Births, deaths, and marriages, epistles wet With tears, that trickled down the writer's cheeks Fast as the periods from his fluent quill, Or charged with amorous sighs of absent swains, Or nymphs responsive, equally affect His horse and him, unconscious of them all..
Page 195 - She dares not grudge to leave them there, Where to behold them was her heart's first prayer, She dares not grieve — but she must weep, As her pale placid martyr sinks to sleep, Teaching so well and silently How, at the shepherd's call, the lamb should die : How happier far than life the end Of souls that infant-like beneath their burthen bend. FIRST SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. So the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down. Isaiah xxxviii. s. Compare Josh. x. 1.1. 'TIS true, of...
Page 195 - Friendship, Love, and Truth" abound Among a band of BROTHERS, The cup of joy goes gaily round, Each shares the bliss of others : Sweet roses grace the thorny way Along this vale of sorrow ; The flowers that shed their leaves to-day Shall bloom again to-morrow : How grand in age, how fair in youth, Are holy "FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, and TRUTH...
Page 97 - And having dropped the expected bag — pass on. He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, Cold and yet cheerful: messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some, To him indifferent whether grief or joy.
Page 95 - They have been with me through the dreamy night — The blessed household voices, wont to fill My heart's clear depths with unalloy'd delight ! I hear them still, unchanged: — though some from earth Are music parted, and the tones of mirth — Wild, silvery tones, that rang through days more bright ! Have died in others, — yet to me they come, Singing of boyhood back — the voices of my home!
Page 187 - I had dared if thou hadst fondly granted. Thou dost devote thyself to utterest peril, And me to deepest anguish ; yet even now Thou art lovelier to me in thy cold severity, Flying me, leaving me without a joy, Without a hope on earth, without thyself; Thou art lovelier now than if thy yielding soul Had smiled on me a passionate consent. Go ! for I see thy parting homeward look, Go in thy beauty ! like a setting star, The last in all the thick and moonless heavens, O'er the lone traveller in the trackless...