The Deserted Cottage

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George Routledge, 1859 - 103 sidor

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Sida 14 - The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Sida 14 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light ! He looked — Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass, beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy. The clouds were touched, And in their silent faces did he read Unutterable love.
Sida 29 - Oh, sir, the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
Sida 54 - My Friend ! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and cheerful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Sida 6 - Oh ! many are the Poets that are sown By Nature ; men endowed with highest gifts— The vision and the faculty divine— Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse...
Sida 48 - Her infant babe Had from its mother caught the trick of grief, And sighed among its playthings.
Sida 12 - Of earth and sky. But he had felt the power Of Nature, and already was prepared, By his intense conceptions, to receive Deeply the lesson deep of love which he, Whom. Nature, by whatever means, has taught To feel intensely, cannot but receive.
Sida 101 - With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars— illumination of all gems ! By earthly nature had the effect been wrought Upon the dark materials of the storm Now pacified : on them, and on the coves And mountain-steeps and summits, whereunto The vapours had receded, taking there Their station under a cerulean sky.
Sida 53 - Was sapped ; and while she slept the nightly damps Did chill her breast ; and in the stormy day Her tattered clothes were ruffled by the wind ; Even at the side of her own fire. Yet still She loved this wretched spot, nor would for worlds Have parted hence ; and still that length of road, And this rude bench, one torturing hope endeared, Fast rooted at her heart : and here, my Friend, In sickness she remained ; and here she died, Last human Tenant of these ruined Walls.
Sida 6 - Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse, (Which, in the docile season of their youth, It was denied them to acquire, through lack Of culture and the inspiring aid of books, Or haply by a temper too severe, Or a nice backwardness afraid of shame...

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