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Page 68 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Page viii - Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, Here earth and water seem to strive again ; Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd : Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.
Page 39 - Eternal ! What if these Did never break the stillness that prevails Here, — if the solemn nightingale be mute, And the soft woodlark here did never chant Her vespers, — Nature fails not to provide Impulse and utterance. The whispering air Sends inspiration from the shadowy heights, And blind recesses of the caverned rocks...
Page 70 - There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Which to this day stands single, in the midst Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore : Not loth to furnish weapons for the bands Of Umfraville or Percy ere they marched To Scotland's heaths ; or those that crossed the sea And drew their sounding bows at Azincour, Perhaps at earlier Crecy, or Poictiers.
Page 60 - As his own soul. And, when with eye upraised To heaven he knelt before the crucifix, While o'er the lake the cataract of Lodore Pealed to his orisons, and when he paced Along the beach of this small isle and thought Of his Companion, he would pray that both (Now that their earthly duties were fulfilled) Might die in the same moment. Nor in vain So prayed he : — as our chronicles report, Though here the Hermit numbered his last day Far from St. Cuthbert his beloved Friend, Those holy Men both died...
Page 49 - ... in the valley, and not so high as to diminish their importance, the stranger will instinctively halt. On the foreground, a little below the most favourable station, a rude foot-bridge is thrown over the bed of the noisy brook foaming by the wayside.
Page 61 - Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting, Around and around With endless rebound Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in; Confounding, astounding Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
Page 29 - Tis in the churchyard now — the tread Hath waked the dwelling of the dead ! Fresh sod and old sepulchral stone Return the tramp in varied tone. All eyes upon the gateway hung. When through the Gothic arch there sprung A horseman armed at headlong speed — Sable his cloak, his plume, his steed. Fire from the flinty floor was spurned. The vaults unwonted clang returned...