Gems of nature and art

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Page 21 - There with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush like a banner bathed in slaughter ; There with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea ; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea...
Page 9 - twas like a sweet dream To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer?
Page 12 - For if of our affections none find grace In sight of Heaven, then, wherefore hath God made The world which we inhabit ? Better plea Love cannot have, than that in loving thee Glory to that eternal Peace is paid, Who such Divinity to thee imparts As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts.
Page 21 - Deep in the wave is a Coral Grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Page 49 - And sumptuous feasts are made in splendid halls : On Tyrian carpets, richly wrought, they dine ; With loads of massy plate the sideboards shine, And antique vases, all of gold emboss'd (The gold itself inferior to the cost) , Of curious work, where on the sides were seen The fights and figures of illustrious men, From their first founder to the present queen. The good ^Eneas, whose paternal care lulus...
Page 20 - And they did eat and drink, he and the men that were with him, and tarried all night ; and they rose up in the morning, and he said, Send me away unto my master.
Page 12 - ... grace In sight of Heaven, then, wherefore hath God made The world which we inhabit ? Better plea Love cannot have, than that in loving thee Glory to that eternal Peace is paid, Who such Divinity to thee imparts As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts. His hope is treacherous only whose love dies With beauty, which is varying every hour : But, in chaste hearts uninfluenced by the power Of outward change, there blooms a deathless flower, That breathes on earth the air of paradise.
Page 20 - ... when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again ! This plot of orchard-ground is ours ; My trees they are, my Sister's flowers ; Here rest your wings when they are weary ; Here lodge as in a sanctuary ! Come often to us, fear no wrong ; Sit near us on the bough ! We'll talk of sunshine and of song, And summer days, when we were young ; Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now.

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