Under Green LeavesG. Routledge, 1857 - 248 pages |
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Amid art thou Athelstone Baby beautiful billows bloom blossoms bosom brave breast breath bright eyes Briony Charles Mackay Cheating and lying cloud cobble Cobbler dark death deep dreams EGERIA evermore evil eyes fair fancy float flow flowers forlorn Gideon glory God's gold grass green earth let green leaves greenwood tree grief Hammer hand happy happy days hath heart Heaven heavenly JOAN OF ARC land light Loki look Lord loud maiden Maranatha mighty morn night o'er Oh river Oh the Pedlar pass'd Pendragon the King pleasure quoth rain rich ripple robes rose-tree Rouen sailing scorn Shackaback ship shore sighs SILENT HILLS sing sleep song Sorrow soul spirit stream summer sunny sunshine sweet thee There's thine Thor thought throne toil tree true Twas TWILL voice wave wild wind Ye men yore youth
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Page 116 - ... the precipices dark ; As I behold thy power reveal'd, And hear thy voice like thunder peal'd; I have a fancy as I sit Under the rocks where thy rainbows flit, And listen to thy roar and swell, Sonorous, irresistible : — I deem thou leapest Adown the rocks, To show how little Are Fortune's shocks To him reliant, Who knows his strength, And measures evil — Breadth and length. I deem thou flowest to teach us still, That perseverance conquers ill ; That no obstruction, small or great, Can daunt...
Page 113 - Murmuring low ; Rippling gently Amid the grass ; I have a fancy, As I pass ; I have a fancy as I see The trailing willows kissing thee ; As I behold the daisies pied, The harebells nodding at thy side ; The sheep that feed upon thy brink, The birds that stoop thy wave to drink ; Thy blooms that tempt the bees to stray, And all the life that tracks thy way. I deem thou flowest Through grassy meads To show the beauty Of gentle deeds ; To show how happy The world might be, If...
Page 114 - Thy blooms that tempt the bees to stray, And all the life that tracks thy way. I deem thou flowest through grassy meads, To show the beauty of gentle deeds ; To show how happy the world might be, If men, observant, copied thee : To show how small a stream may pour Verdure and beauty on either shore ; To teach what humble men might do, If their lives were pure, and their hearts were true ; And what a wealth they might dispense, In modest, calm beneficence ; Marking their course, as thou dost thine,...
Page 190 - O'ER the blue ocean gleaming She sees a distant ship, As small to view As the white sea-mew, Whose wings in the billows dip. " Blow favouring gales, in her answering sails ! Blow steadily and free ! Rejoicing, strong, Singing a song, Her rigging and her spars among, And waft the vessel in pride along, That bears my love to me.
Page 192 - And art thou here, mine own, my dear, " Safe from the perilous sea ? — "Safe, safe at home, " No more to roam ! " Blow, tempests, blow, — my love has come, — "And sprinkle the clouds with your dashing foam ! "He shall part no more from me!
Page 154 - And you, like melancholy maids Who sigh on lonely pillows, Or widows, ere they've cast their weeds, — Ye fond, romantic Willows, Come from your looking-glass, the stream, And cease to play at Sorrow, And taste a little Joy to-day, To think about to-morrow. " And thou, dear Hawthorn, — sweetest sweet, The beautiful, the tender, Bright with the fondling of the sun, And prankt in bridal splendour, — Come with thy sisters, full of bloom, And all thy bridemaids merry, — Acacia, Chesnut, Lilac...
Page 18 - And past the garden wall. Four hundred years ago They planted trees around, To shield it from the sun ; And still those oaks and elms, The patriarchs of the world, Extend their sturdy boughs *• To woo the summer breeze : The old house ivy grown, Red, green, and mossy gray, Still lifts its gables quaint; And in the evening sun Its windows, as of yore, Still gleam with ruddy light, Reflected from the west.
Page 131 - Who shall be nearest, Noblest and dearest, Named but with honour and pride evermore ? He, the undaunted, Whose banner is planted On glory's high ramparts and battlements hoar. Fearless of danger, To falsehood a stranger, Looking not back while there's duty before — He shall be nearest, He shall be dearest, He shall be first in our hearts evermore.
Page 188 - Baby mine ! Like the rose of May in bloom, Like a star amid the gloom, Like the sunshine in the room, Baby mine ! Thou wilt see him and rejoice, Baby mine, Baby mine ! Thou wilt know him by his...