The works of professor Wilson, ed. by prof. Ferrier, 6 tomas1856 |
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... he moves along among the morning reek of the stationary cot- tages . Nothing pleasanter than " A momentary shock of mild surprise ; " and our traveller becomes at once poetical on the stately 8 ESSAYS : CRITICAL AND IMAGINATIVE .
... he moves along among the morning reek of the stationary cot- tages . Nothing pleasanter than " A momentary shock of mild surprise ; " and our traveller becomes at once poetical on the stately 8 ESSAYS : CRITICAL AND IMAGINATIVE .
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... morning ; and the narrow streets are made almost impassable by bevies of mountain nymphs , sweet liberties , with cheeks lovely bright as the roses that are now letting slip the few unmelted dewdrops from the glow - heaps clustering in ...
... morning ; and the narrow streets are made almost impassable by bevies of mountain nymphs , sweet liberties , with cheeks lovely bright as the roses that are now letting slip the few unmelted dewdrops from the glow - heaps clustering in ...
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... morning at four . A cup of coffee , made in a moment of a tea - spoonful of Essence , and a biscuit , and you are broad awake , and fit to face the mountains . You set out to walk up towards heaven , as if to meet the sun . sea . The ...
... morning at four . A cup of coffee , made in a moment of a tea - spoonful of Essence , and a biscuit , and you are broad awake , and fit to face the mountains . You set out to walk up towards heaven , as if to meet the sun . sea . The ...
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... morning , all through the year , is a strong hour - and , be the season what it may , the best time for breakfast . It is nine now ; we conjecture that we have been gazing half an hour ; so four hours have been consumed in ascending the ...
... morning , all through the year , is a strong hour - and , be the season what it may , the best time for breakfast . It is nine now ; we conjecture that we have been gazing half an hour ; so four hours have been consumed in ascending the ...
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... morning sunshine , it would fill the spectator's heart with gladsomeness . Looking from our chosen station , he would feel an impatience to rove among its pathways , to be greeted by the milkmaid , to wander from house to house ...
... morning sunshine , it would fill the spectator's heart with gladsomeness . Looking from our chosen station , he would feel an impatience to rove among its pathways , to be greeted by the milkmaid , to wander from house to house ...
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212 psl. - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast The desert and illimitable air Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
192 psl. - To him who, in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language : for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
193 psl. - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
190 psl. - Father, Thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns. Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees.
191 psl. - E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
212 psl. - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
128 psl. - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
190 psl. - ... of these trees In music ; thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship; nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Wells softly forth and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest,...
209 psl. - That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp A moment and away Back to the pathless forest, Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven the Briton Forever from our...
191 psl. - Oh, from these sterner aspects of thy face Spare me and mine, nor let us need the wrath Of the mad unchained elements to teach Who rules them. Be it ours to meditate, In these calm shades, thy milder majesty, And to the beautiful order of thy works Learn to conform the order of our lives.