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Page 140 - SMALL service is true service while it lasts : Of humblest Friends, bright Creature ! scorn not one : The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the Sun.
Page 172 - And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn The world's poor, routed leavings ? or will they, Who fail'd under the heat of this life's day, Support the fervours of the heavenly morn ? No, no ! the energy of life may be Kept on after the grave, but not begun ; And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife, From strength to strength advancing — only he, His soul well-knit, and all his battles won, Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life.
Page 40 - I watched his body night and day; No living creature came that way. I took his body on my back, And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat; I digged a grave, and laid him in, And happed him with the sod sae green. But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul
Page 170 - Haply, the river of Time As it grows, as the towns on its marge Fling their wavering lights On a wider, statelier stream May acquire, if not the calm Of its early mountainous shore, Yet a solemn peace of its own.
Page 100 - tis first on the scroll of Fame, And who shall say it is not ? Of the deathless ones who shine and live In Arms, in Arts, or Song ; The brightest the whole wide world can give, To that little land belong. 'Tis the star of earth, deny it who can ; The island home of an Englishman.
Page 74 - Oh, green and glorious ! Oh, herbaceous treat ! 'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat. Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul, And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl. Serenely full, the epicure would say, Fate cannot harm me, I have dined to-day.
Page 77 - I know; growing more solid and satisfactory and tender at the same time, and whiter at the center, and crisp in their maturity. Lettuce, like conversation, requires a good deal of oil, to avoid friction, and keep the company smooth ; a pinch of attic salt; a dash of pepper; a quantity of mustard and vinegar, by all means, but so mixed that you will notice no sharp contrasts; and a trifle of sugar.
Page 170 - Yet we shall one day gain, life past, Clear prospect o'er our being's whole ; Shall see ourselves, and learn at last Our true affinities of soul.
Page 169 - Is it so small a thing To have enjoyed the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done; To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes...
Page 77 - A singer am I, if no sinner, My Muse has a marvellous wing, And I willingly worship at dinner The Sirens of Spring. Take endive — like love it is bitter ; Take beet — for like love it is red ; Crisp leaf of the lettuce shall glitter, And cress from the rivulet's bed : Anchovies foam-born, like the lady Whose beauty has maddened this bard, And olives, from groves that are shady ; And eggs — boil "em hard.