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Pàgina 243 - Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices, to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive...
Pàgina 115 - The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise ; , Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Pàgina 233 - Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid; They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires ; The virgin's wish without her fears impart, Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame. When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name; My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind, Some emanation of th
Pàgina 12 - O Father, Lord ! The all-beneficent ! I bless thy name, That thou hast mantled the green earth with flowers, Linking our hearts to nature ! By the love Of their wild blossoms, our young footsteps first Into her deep recesses are beguiled, Her minster cells ; dark glen and forest bower, Where thrilling with its earliest sense of thee, Amidst the low religious whisperings And shivery...
Pàgina 191 - Pentreath, one hundred age and two, Both born, and in Paul parish buried too ; Not in the church 'mongst people great and high. But in the Church-yard doth old Dolly lie ! IN GLASGOW CHURCH-YARD.
Pàgina 191 - Old Doll Pentreath, one hundred aged and two, Deceased and buried in Paul parish too ; Not in the church, with people great and high, But in the churchyard doth old Dolly lie.
Pàgina 11 - ... o'er thee, Lost Eden ! seat of infinite delight, Where man held converse with the Deity, And entertained, as guests, the sons of light ? Who has not mused till Fancy's magic glass, Before his sight, made all thy glories pass...

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