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... CHILD , 223 ADDRESS TO A WILD DEER , 228 * A LAY OF FAIRY LAND , 234 * A CHURCHYARD SCENE , 239 * THE WIDOW , 241 HYMN TO SPRING , 245 THE VOICE OF DEPARTED FRIENDSHIP , 250 LORD RONALD'S CHILD , 252 THE ANGLER'S TENT , 257 APOLOGY FOR ...
... CHILD , 223 ADDRESS TO A WILD DEER , 228 * A LAY OF FAIRY LAND , 234 * A CHURCHYARD SCENE , 239 * THE WIDOW , 241 HYMN TO SPRING , 245 THE VOICE OF DEPARTED FRIENDSHIP , 250 LORD RONALD'S CHILD , 252 THE ANGLER'S TENT , 257 APOLOGY FOR ...
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... children of her own , As On the waves that lend their gentle breast In gladness for her couch of rest ! My spirit sleeps ... child Weary with joy , and reconciled For sleep to change its play ; And now that night hath stayed thy race ...
... children of her own , As On the waves that lend their gentle breast In gladness for her couch of rest ! My spirit sleeps ... child Weary with joy , and reconciled For sleep to change its play ; And now that night hath stayed thy race ...
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... Child of Heaven ! And God would surely make The soul to whom that love was given More perfect for her sake . Each look , each word , of one so good Devoutly he obeyed , And trusted that a gracious eye Would ever guide his destiny , For ...
... Child of Heaven ! And God would surely make The soul to whom that love was given More perfect for her sake . Each look , each word , of one so good Devoutly he obeyed , And trusted that a gracious eye Would ever guide his destiny , For ...
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... child : How still Her upward face ! She thinks on thee : Oh ! thou canst never gaze thy fill ! How beautiful such piety ! There , in her lover's guardian arms She rests and all the wild alarms : Of waves or winds are hushed , no more to ...
... child : How still Her upward face ! She thinks on thee : Oh ! thou canst never gaze thy fill ! How beautiful such piety ! There , in her lover's guardian arms She rests and all the wild alarms : Of waves or winds are hushed , no more to ...
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... from the tomb , With awe beheld thee glide ; And lovely wert thou , Child of Light ! When , gazing on the starry night Within Llanberris Lake , Thy spirit felt , in a hush like death , CANTO II . THE ISLE OF PALMS . 25 25.
... from the tomb , With awe beheld thee glide ; And lovely wert thou , Child of Light ! When , gazing on the starry night Within Llanberris Lake , Thy spirit felt , in a hush like death , CANTO II . THE ISLE OF PALMS . 25 25.
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Page 407 - A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun ; A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow : Long had I watched the glory moving on, O'er the still radiance of the lake below ; Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow, E'en in its very motion there was rest ; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow, Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west.
Page 16 - Now is the ocean's bosom bare, Unbroken as the floating air ; The ship hath melted quite away, Like a struggling dream at break of day. No image meets my wandering eye, But the new-risen sun and the sunny sky.
Page 231 - ... of thy desert regardless of foes. Thy bold antlers call on the hunter afar, With a haughty defiance to come to the war ! No outrage is war to a creature like thee ! The bugle-horn fills thy wild spirit with glee, As thou bearest thy neck on the wings of the wind, And the laggardly gaze-hound is toiling behind. In the beams of thy forehead that glitter with death — In feet that draw power from the touch of the heath...
Page 228 - Magnificent creature ! so stately and bright ! In the pride of thy spirit pursuing thy flight; For what hath the child of the desert to dread, Wafting up his own mountains that far-beaming head ; Or borne like a whirlwind down on the vale .' — Hail ! king of the wild and the beautiful! — hail! Hail ! idol divine! whom nature hath borne O'er a hundred hill-tops since the mists of the morn, Whom the pilgrim lone wandering on mountain and moor, As the vision glides by him, may...
Page 223 - Those wandering veins of heavenly blue That stray along thy forehead fair, Lost 'mid a gleam of golden hair? Oh, can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doomed to death; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent? Or art thou, what thy form would seem, The phantom of a blessed dream?