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angel songs ASHFORD astream Auvergne Barry Cornwall beautiful beneath bird blessed blest bower breast breath bright brow busy bee call me early cheek cloud dark dear did'st dost doth dream earth Ebenezer Elliott Eliza Cook Excelsior face fair forest gentle gi'e glad grandfather's stick green green days hand hand—we are brethren happy Hast thou hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy human weight Huzza Joanna Bailie joyful voices cry king light live lonely lonesome place look Mary Howitt merry mind morn mother mountain nature's ne'er never night o'er OLD DOBBIN old friend peace PEONA poor pride primrose Queen o'the rain round shine sigh sing smile SOLITARY REAPER song soul sound spirit star stream summer sweet tears thee them—I am blind There's thine THOMAS CLARKSON thou art thou busy thought thousand joyful voices toil tree Twas vale wandering wild youth
עמוד 86 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
עמוד 32 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
עמוד 122 - 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.
עמוד 70 - Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
עמוד 69 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
עמוד 23 - THE cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one...
עמוד 53 - Coming together in life's pilgrimage; As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage Of sickness felt by him in times long past, A more than human weight upon his frame Had cast.
עמוד 106 - Try not the Pass!" the old man said; "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud th,at clarion voice replied, Excelsior! "O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
עמוד 62 - The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...