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... snow - clad moorland , when cheery bells were ringing in Christmas Eve . Doleful they seem to him , for I hear him cry : " The bells but mock the wailing world ! " Bells over the heather ! Scott heard them chime in 18 Papers of Pastor ...
... snow - clad moorland , when cheery bells were ringing in Christmas Eve . Doleful they seem to him , for I hear him cry : " The bells but mock the wailing world ! " Bells over the heather ! Scott heard them chime in 18 Papers of Pastor ...
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... snow . " Yes , " he observed , " they call them ' chimes . ' I object to the obstreperous jingle , yet want something on winter nights beside the creaking of my sleigh to listen to . " At the word " chimes " I fell into silence , and ...
... snow . " Yes , " he observed , " they call them ' chimes . ' I object to the obstreperous jingle , yet want something on winter nights beside the creaking of my sleigh to listen to . " At the word " chimes " I fell into silence , and ...
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... Snow Bound , " can have no more musical accompaniment than the chimey tinkle of those delicate fairy bells . IX . But with Yule the bells reach the summit of their power . Then they are riotous ; from that height they triumph ! And the ...
... Snow Bound , " can have no more musical accompaniment than the chimey tinkle of those delicate fairy bells . IX . But with Yule the bells reach the summit of their power . Then they are riotous ; from that height they triumph ! And the ...
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... snow outside . " What delays her ? She must know the fire- side awaits her ; that here linger her sad father and the lonely old man that loved her so- who still loves her ! " He paused , gave me a piteous look , and resumed : " O , sir ...
... snow outside . " What delays her ? She must know the fire- side awaits her ; that here linger her sad father and the lonely old man that loved her so- who still loves her ! " He paused , gave me a piteous look , and resumed : " O , sir ...
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... snow New England's poet - laureate Telling us Spring has come again . " -T . B. Aldrich . I AWOKE this morning to the silver flute of the robin , as that industrious minstrel des- canted of freedom and cheerfulness in the bare apple ...
... snow New England's poet - laureate Telling us Spring has come again . " -T . B. Aldrich . I AWOKE this morning to the silver flute of the robin , as that industrious minstrel des- canted of freedom and cheerfulness in the bare apple ...
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Acadian amid ancholy arbutus autumn beautiful bells bird song birds bobolink bosom bough breath Cavalier Poet Charles G. D. Roberts Charles Lamb cheerful child chimes cloud comes dear deep delight divine dream earth eyes face faded flowers forest glad glory golden grace of death gray green hand hath haunt hear heard heart heaven hermit thrush hill hymn leaves light listen lonely look maple Mayflower melody memory Michael Bruce minstrel morning muse never night o'er peal Phemie poet praise Quasimodo rapture Religio Medici ring round Rudyard Kipling season seemed shore sigh silent singer singing sleep smile snow song song sparrow sorrow soul sound spirit splendor spring star strain sunset sweet tears thee things thou thought toll trees voice wander wave whip-poor-will wild wind wings winter woods yonder
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Sida 268 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Sida 363 - PRAISE ye the Lord. Praise God in his sanctuary: praise him in the firmament of his power. Praise him for his mighty acts: praise him according to his excellent greatness.
Sida 190 - David the son of Jesse said, And the man who was raised up on high, The anointed of the God of Jacob, And the sweet psalmist of Israel, said, 2 The Spirit of the LORD spake by me, And his word was in my tongue.
Sida 248 - Come lovely and soothing death, . Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death. Praised be the fathomless universe, For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious, \ And for love, sweet love — but praise ! praise / praise ! For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death.
Sida 368 - And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant...
Sida 146 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail; Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good!
Sida 30 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Sida 253 - There's not a flower on all the hills : the frost is on the pane : I only wish to live till the snowdrops come again : I wish the snow would melt and the sun come out on high : I long to see a flower so before the day I die.
Sida 14 - How soft the music of those village bells,' Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet ! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
Sida 90 - And then an open field they crossed : The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none ! — Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.