Gleanings in natural history (Google eBook)

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Page 260 - From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Page 102 - The wild brook babbling down the mountain side; The lowing herd; the sheepfold's simple bell; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Page 259 - ... had I but served God as diligently as I have served the king, he would not have given me over in my grey hairs.
Page 104 - What blessings thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away ; For God is paid when man receives, To enjoy is to obey.
Page 305 - 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, tho' all things differ, all agree.
Page 57 - Which strike ev'n eyes incurious ; but each moss, Each shell, each crawling insect, holds a rank Important in the plan of Him who framed This scale of beings ; holds a rank which lost Would break the chain, and leave behind a gap Which Nature's self would rue.
Page 310 - Ah happy hills, ah pleasing shade, Ah fields belov'd in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain...
Page 128 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 170 - Behold ! and look away your low despair See the light tenants of the barren air : To them, nor stores, nor granaries belong ; Nought, but the woodland, and the pleasing song ; Yet, your kind heav'nly Father bends his eye On the least wing that flits along the sky.
Page 48 - To contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began. Alike the busy and the gay...

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