Sights in spring (summer, autumn, winter).

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Page 193 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 210 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Page 274 - I have seen A curious Child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped Shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul , Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for murmurings from within Were heard, — sonorous cadences! whereby To his belief, the Monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native Sea.* Even such a Shell the Universe itself Is to the ear of Faith...
Page 255 - Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours.
Page 228 - Pleasant it was to view the sea-gulls strive Against the storm, or in the ocean dive, With eager scream, or when they dropping gave Their closing wings to sail upon the wave: Then, as the winds and waters raged around, And breaking billows mix'd their deafening sound, They on the rolling deep securely hung, And calmly rode the restless waves among.
Page 215 - Lift the fair sail, and cheat th 'experienced eye. Be it the summer noon : a sandy space The ebbing tide has left upon its place : Then just the hot and stony beach above, Light twinkling streams in bright confusion move ; (For heated thus, the warmer air ascends, And with the cooler in its fall contends), — Then the broad bosom of the ocean keeps An equal motion ; swelling as it sleeps, Then slowly sinking ; curling to the strand, — Faint, lazy waves o'ercreep the ridgy sand, DD Or tap the tarry...
Page 234 - O READER ! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly Tree ? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Order'd by an intelligence so wise, As might confound the Atheist's sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen Wrinkled and keen; No grazing cattle through their prickly round Can reach to wound ; But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarm'd the pointless leaves appear.
Page 231 - I loved to walk where none had walk'd before, About the rocks that ran along the shore ; Or far beyond the sight of men to stray, And take my pleasure when I lost my way ; For then 'twas mine to trace the hilly heath, And all the mossy moor that lies beneath : Here had I favourite stations, where I stood And heard the murmurs of the ocean-flood, With not a sound beside, except when flew Aloft the lapwing, or the gray curlew, Who with wild notes my fancied power defied, And mock'd the dreams of solitary...
Page 249 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is! Till, more familiar grown, the table crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Page 214 - BEAUTIFUL, sublime, and glorious; Mild, majestic, foaming, free, — Over time itself victorious, Image of eternity ! Sun and moon and stars shine o'er thee, See thy surface ebb and flow, Yet attempt not to explore thee In thy soundless depths below. Whether morning's...

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