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Page 219 - There is a lesson in each flower, A story in each stream and bower ; On every herb on which you tread Are written words which, rightly read, Will lead you from earth's fragrant sod To hope, and holiness, and God.
Page 280 - Before these fields were shorn and tilled, Full to the brim our rivers flowed ; The melody of waters filled The fresh and boundless wood ; And torrents dashed and rivulets played, And fountains spouted in the shade. Those grateful sounds are heard no more, The springs are silent in the sun ; The rivers, by the blackened shore, With lessening current run ; The realm our tribes are crushed to get May be a barren desert yet.
Page 20 - ... enjoyments of common, vulgar birds. His notes no longer vibrate on the ear ; he is stuffing himself with the seeds of the tall weeds on which he lately swung and chanted so melodiously. He has become a 'bon vivant,' a 'gourmand;' with him now there is nothing like the 'joys of the table.
Page 353 - Earth, of man the bounteous mother, Feeds him still with corn and wine; He who best would aid a brother, Shares with him these gifts divine. Many a power within her bosom, Noiseless, hidden, works beneath; Hence are seed, and leaf, and blossom, Golden ear and clustered wreath.
Page 160 - THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen, Puts forth an arm, and creeps from pine to pine, And loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand The lawns and meadow-ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers, and far below them roars The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine In cataract after cataract to the sea.
Page 173 - I'll not hurt thee, says my uncle Toby, rising from his chair, and going across the room, with the fly in his hand,— I'll not hurt a hair of thy head: — Go, says he, lifting up the sash, and opening his hand as he spoke, to let it escape; go, poor devil, get thee gone, why should I hurt thee? — This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.
Page 39 - Insuperable height of loftiest shade, Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene; and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view.
Page 113 - ... three to five inches high, on the inside light green, like the surface of the leaf, on the outside, like the leafs lower surface, of a bright crimson.
Page 106 - Spruce, by its slender, tapering branches, and the smoothness of its limbs ; and from the Balsam Fir, by its small terminal cones, by the irregularity of its branches, and the gracefulness of its whole appearance. " The young trees, by their numerous irregular branches, clothed with foliage of a delicate green, form a rich mass of verdure ; and when, in the beginning of summer, each twig is terminated with a tuft of yellowish-green recent leaves, surmounting the darker-green of the former year, the...