The WorksOliphant, 1865 - 263 עמודים |
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עמוד 6 - My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies!
עמוד 83 - HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove ! Thou messenger of Spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year I Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.
עמוד 83 - Starts, the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year ! O, could I fly, I'd fly with thee ! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the spring.
עמוד 146 - Come, then ! O, come, from every land, To worship at His shrine ; And, walking in the Light of God, With holy beauties shine.
עמוד 114 - Now, Spring returns : but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
עמוד 90 - The same whom in my schoolboy days I listen'd to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
עמוד 48 - Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, Like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season.
עמוד 138 - THE hour of my departure's come ; I hear the voice that calls me home ; At last, O Lord, let trouble cease, And let thy servant die in peace.
עמוד 133 - She guides the young, with innocence, In Pleasure's path to tread, A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head. According as her labours rise, So her rewards increase, Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.
עמוד xiv - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so brokenhearted, He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation.