The Gloucestershire garland, a selection of poetic flowers |
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Ampney Crucis beauty behold billows bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom breast bright Brimscomb charms Chaxhill cheek cheerful child Cirencester cold Content cottage Cricklade dark Daughters of Charity DEAN SWIFT dear Death delight despair doom'd dread e'er ev'ry evanesant eyes fair fancy fate father fear feel flowers fond forlorn gloom Gloucester grave grief hand happy happy day hear heart Heaven Hermes hope hour King LAURA Life's little hour lov'd maid Mary Minchinhampton mind Mitcheldean morn mother's mourn ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale passion peace Phillida's pity pleasure Poor Joe's pray'r replied rest roam scene sigh sleep smile soft SONG soon soothe sorrows soul South Cerney storm Sweep sweet tear tempest tender Tewkesbury thee thine thou thro tomb Twas viziers wander wave weep wife wild wind wretched youth
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Página 132 - ones reply to his call. And the swallow sings sweet from her nest in the wall« A father bends o'er him with looks of delight; His cheek is impearl'd with a mother's warm tear, And the lips of the boy in a love-kiss unite With the lips of the maid whom his bosom holds
Página 132 - He springs from his hammock—he flies to the deck, Amazement confronts him with images dire ; Wild winds and mad waves drive the vessel a wreck. The masts fly in splinters, the shrouds are on fire ! O sailor boy ! woe to thy dream of delight! In darkness dissolves the gay
Página 170 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary Pilgrims found; They softly lie, and sweetly sleep, Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky,
Página 148 - was shook. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there ^ One only feeling could'st thou trace—* The sullen calmness of Despair. Away ! away! my early dream Remembrance never must awake ; Oh ! where is Lethe's fabled stream ? My foolish heart be still, or break.
Página 173 - found; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground. " The Soul, of origin divine, GOD's glorious image freed from clay, In Heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A star of day {
Página 173 - He wounds them for his mercy's sake, He wounds to heal • " Humbled beneath his mighty hand, Prostrate his Providence adore : • Tis done !—Arise! he bids thee stand, To fall no more, " Now, Traveller in the vale of tears ! To realms of everlasting light. Through Time's dark wilderness of years. Pursue thy flight, " There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary Pilgrim's found;
Página 142 - Who should wander the ruins about " I myself like a school-boy should tremble to' hear " The hoarse ivy shake over my head; " And could fancy I saw, half persuaded by Fear, " Some ugly old Abbot's white spirit appear, " For this wind might awaken the dead.
Página 93 - what new scenes and changes must we pass.' Th' unchanging state in prospect lies before me, But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold, if
Página 200 - Good morrow, father Isaac!" said the next: " Good morrow, father Jacob !" cried the last. " I am neither Abraham, Isaac, nor Jacob," replied the old gentleman, " but Saul, the son of Kish, who went out to seek his father's asses ; and lo,
Página 183 - Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, " If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that is humble might hope for it here, But the