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AMELIA OPIE arms bear beauty behold BENEDICT bless blood bosom breast breath bright changed cheek child cloud cried dark dead dear death delight dream earth fair fame Father fear feel fire follow gaze gentle give glory grave green hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope hour Killcrop King leaves light live look mind morning Nature never night o'er ocean once Painter past Peace plain pleasure poor praise pride rest rise rocks round scenes shore side silent smile soft song SONNET soon sorrow soul sound speak Spirit Spring stand stood storm sweet tell tempests thee thine things thou thought thro traveller tree Twas voice waves wife wing wood young youth
Pàgina 14 - And should my youth, as youth is apt, I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities, I, day by day, Would wear away ; Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the holly tree.
Pàgina 217 - Father William replied, I remember 'd that youth would fly fast, And abused not my health and my vigour at first. That I never might need them at last. You are old, Father William, the young man cried. And pleasures with youth pass away, And yet you lament not the days that are gone, Now, tell me the reason, I pray? In the days of my youth...
Pàgina 220 - I'll venture my life, She has drank of the Well of St Keyne." " I have left a good woman who never was here...
Pàgina 219 - A WELL there is in the west country, And a clearer one never was seen ; There is not a wife in the west country But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne. An oak and an elm tree stand beside, And behind doth an ash-tree grow, And a willow from the bank above Droops to the water below.
Pàgina 221 - The happiest draught thou hast drank this day That ever thou didst in thy life. " Or has thy good woman, if one thou hast, Ever here in Cornwall been ? For an if she have, I'll venture my life She has drank of the Well of St Keyne.
Pàgina 218 - You are old, father William," the young man cried, " And pleasures with youth pass away; And yet you lament not the days that are gone; Now tell me the reason, I pray.
Pàgina 88 - They eat Their daily bread, and draw the breath of heaven Without or thought or thanks ; heaven's roof to them Is but a painted ceiling hung with lamps, No more, that lights them to their purposes. They wander "loose about," they nothing see, Themselves except, and creatures like themselves, Short-lived, short-sighted, impotent to save.
Pàgina 217 - I remembered that youth would fly fast, And abused not my health and my vigor at first, That I never might need them at last." " You are old, Father William...
Pàgina 14 - So, serious should my youth appear among The thoughtless throng, So would I seem, amid the young and gay More grave than they, That in my age as cheerful I might be As the green winter of the Holly Tree.
Pàgina 43 - Sisters! weave the web of death: Sisters! cease; the work is done. Hail the task and hail the hands! Songs of joy and triumph sing! Joy to the victorious bands, Triumph to the younger King! Mortal! thou that hear'st the tale, Learn the tenor of our song; Scotland!