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Page 24 - Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son, Aloft in awful state, The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne : His valiant peers were placed around, Their brows with Roses and with Myrtle bound, So should desert in arms be
Page 103 - Thus deeply drinking in the soul of things, We shall be wise perforce; and while inspired By choice, and conscious that the will is free, Unswerving shall we move, as if impell'd By strict necessity, along the path Of order and of good. Whate'er we see,
Page 94 - Bright flower, whose home is everywhere ! A pilgrim bold in Nature's care ; And oft the long year through, the heir Of joy or sorrow. Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through.
Page 255 - thoughts and feelings were steeped in the essence of celestial love and truth. To those who really knew Grace Aguilar, all eulogium falls short of her deserts, and she has left a blank in her particular walk of literature, which we never expect to see filled up."—Pilgrimages to English Shrines, by Mrs. HaU.
Page 219 - still are sprinkled With thine Elysian water-drops; the face Of the cave-guarded spring, with years unwrinkled, Reflects the meek-eyed genius of the place, Whose green, wild margin now no more erase Art's works; nor must the delicate waters sleep
Page 23 - sake. Though woodbines flaunt, and roses glow O'er all the fragrant bowers, Thou need'st not be ashamed to show Thy satin-threaded flowers; For dull the eye—the heart is dull That cannot feel how fair, Amid all beauty beautiful, Thy tender blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill! How rich thy branchy stem ! How soft thy voice when woods are still While silent
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Page 16 - By contemplating these forms In the relations which they bear to man, He shall discern how through the various means Which silently they yield, are multiplied The spiritual presence of absent things. Trust me, that, for the instructed, time will come When they shall meet no object but may teach Some acceptable lesson to their minds, Of human suffering or of human joy.