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Pagina viii - This royal throne of kings, this scept'red isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Pagina 54 - For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'T were vain to speak, to weep, to sigh ; Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell. When wrung from Guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word — Farewell ! — Farewell...
Pagina xx - There is no pleasure that I have ever experienced like a child's midsummer holiday. The time, I mean, when two or three of us used to go away up the brook, and take our dinners with us, and come home at night tired, dirty, happy, scratched beyond recognition, with a great nosegay, three little trout, and one shoe, the other one having been used for a boat till it had gone down with all hands out of soundings.
Pagina xlvii - He is purely happy, because he knows no evil nor hath made means by sin to be acquainted with misery. He arrives not at the mischief of being wise, nor endures evils to come by foreseeing them. He kisses and loves all, and, when the smart of the rod is past, smiles on his beater.
Pagina 54 - Farewell ! — Farewell ! These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel : I only know we loved in vain— I only feel — Farewell ! — Farewell ! 1808.
Pagina xlvii - His Soul is yet a white paper unscribbled with observations of the world, wherewith at length it becomes a blurred note-book. He is purely happy, because he knows no evil, nor hath made means by sin to be acquainted with misery. He arrives not at the mischief of being wise, nor endures evils to come by foreseeing them.
Pagina 86 - The birds of broadest wing their mansion form, The chough, the seamew, the loquacious crow, And scream aloft, and skim the deeps below. Depending vines the shelving cavern screen, With purple clusters blushing through the green. Four limpid fountains from the clefts distil...
Pagina 54 - Twero vain to speak, to weep, to sigh : Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word— Farewell ! — Farewell! These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast...
Pagina 49 - ' Then the sails came down, And all was taut and clear, And a wild, glad dance lit up the wooden pier. Oh ! the rush of the tripping feet, Oh ! the lightsome hearts that beat ; Wild and sweet the merry tune and the clang of the wooden shoon. But they are gone a weary while, ah me, And he, my own, came home no more from sea. The sea looks black, The waves have all a moan, And I am left to sit and dream alone, To sit and dream alone.
Pagina 49 - THE CLANG OF THE WOODEN SHOON. Oh ! the clang of the wooden shoon, Oh ! the dance and the merry tune, Happy sound of a by-gone day, It rings in my heart for aye, When the boats came in, With the sailors all aglow, And the moon shone down on the glistening tide below. " Now my lads, with a merry will, Up with hatch and the baskets fill, Winsome lassies above ye stand, Ready with eager hand...