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proprietor, 1849

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Pagina 19 - ST. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Pagina 19 - ... EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Pagina 125 - IN thee, 0 LORD, have I put my trust ; let me never be put to confusion ; deliver me in thy righteousness.
Pagina 147 - We are steadfast,—we are not as Ye." Silent the fields, up to the phantom hills, Said, " We are dreaming of the vanished days Which we shall see again, but Ye no more." So heavy pressed the meditative calm On those full hearts, that all rejoiced to hear The shrill cicala, clittering from below, Call on the fire-flies dancing through the vines.
Pagina 144 - Before we leave this consecrated spot, Before this Day of Days is wholly dead, Before the dew obliterates all our steps From this light earth, let us record a vow ! Let us, in presence of these lasting hills, In presence of this day's delicious thoughts, That yet are hardly memory, — let us pledge Our hearts together, that on this same day Each rolling year shall see us meet again In this same place, as far as Fate allows. Some may be held away by cruel chance, Some by the great divorcer, none...
Pagina 17 - Lo, where they shrink along the lonely brake, Under the leafless, melancholy tree ; Not yet the cuckoo sings, nor glides the snake, Nor wild thyme lures the bee ! Yet at their sight and scent entranced and...
Pagina 17 - Time doth no present to the grasp allow ; Say, in the fixed Eternal shall we seize At last the fleeting Now ? Dream not of days to come, of that unknown Whither hope wanders (maze without a clue). Give their true witchery to the flowers ; — thine own Youth in their youth renew. AVARICE, remember when the Cowslip's gold Lured, and yet lost its glitter in, thy grasp ; Do thy hoards glad thee more than those of old ? Those withered in thy clasp.
Pagina 166 - When all that is worldly turns to dross around us, these only retain their steady value. When friends grow cold, and the converse of intimates languishes into vapid civility and common-place, these only continue the unaltered countenance of happier days, and cheer us with that true friendship which never deceived hope, nor deserted sorrow.
Pagina 138 - For vice must have variety, while virtue Stands like the sun, and all which rolls around Drinks life, and light, and glory from her aspect.
Pagina 18 - But what can flaunt beneath a fiercer sun Worth what we lose in you ? Oft by a flower, a leaf, in some loved book We mark the lines that charm us most ; — Retrace Thy life ; — recall its loveliest passage ; — Look, Dead violets keep the place ! THE IMAGE ON THE TIDE.

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