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Page 290 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 248 - Our outward life requires them not — Then wherefore had they birth ? — To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth ; To comfort man — to whisper hope, Whene'er his faith is dim, For who so careth for the flowers Will much more care for him ! Mary Howitt.
Page 116 - All things to man's delightful use: the roof Of thickest covert, was inwoven shade, Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either side Acanthus and each odorous bushy shrub Fenced up the verdant wall, each beauteous flower, Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine, Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic; under foot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem: other creature...
Page 196 - I praise the Frenchman*, his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet.
Page 49 - Consult the genius of the place in all ; That tells the waters or to rise or fall ; Or helps th' ambitious hill the heavens to scale, Or scoops in circling theatres the vale, Calls in the country, catches opening glades, Joins willing woods, and varies shades from shades ; Now breaks, or now directs...
Page 290 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
Page 235 - A prophet is not without honor, except in his own country, and among his own kin, and in his own house.
Page 198 - I confess, I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a very little feast ; and, if I were ever to fall in love again (which is a great passion, and, therefore, I hope, I have done with it) it would be, I think, with prettiness, rather than with majestical beauty.
Page vii - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross...
Page 257 - It is the very emblem of a maid : For when the west wind courts her gently, How modestly she blows, and paints the sun With her chaste blushes ! when the north, comes near her, Rude and impatient, then, like chastity, She locks her beauties in her bud again, And leaves him to base briars.