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amid ANON art thou AURORA BOREALIS AUTUMN beams beauty beneath bird blaze blessed bloom blossoms blue bowers breast breath breeze bright brow burning season calm charms clouds dark deep delight dost earth evanescent fade fair flowers forest fragrance gale gaze glad song gleam gloom glorious glory glow golden green grove hast hath heart heaven heaven's gate hill hour leaves light lonely moon morn mountains murmuring Nature pants Nature's night o'er ocean pale peace polar climates praise rest rill rise rocks roll rose round SABBATH scene shade shine shore silent sing skies sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spirit splendour spread spring stars storm stream summer sweet swell tempest thee thine Thou art throne thunder trees universal song vale voice wailing winds wandering wave wild winds wings WINTER wished for wings woods
Página 333 - ... fell. Alas ! on thy forsaken stem My heart shall long recline, And mourn the transitory gem, And make the story mine ! So on my joyless winter hour Has oped some fair and fragrant flower With smile as soft as thine. Like thee the vision came, and went, Like thee it bloomed and fell, In momentary pity sent Of fairer climes to tell ; So frail its form, so short its stay, That nought the lingering heart could say, But, hail, and fare thee well ! Constable's Edinburgh Magazine.
Página 341 - ... and waned, and pale ; The mist-fog spreads its hoary shrouds O'er mountain, grove, and vale. How lapse our years away ! how fade The raptures of the mind ! Onward we pass to storm and shade, And leave blue skies behind : Like yellow leaves, around us fall The friends best loved and known ; And when we most have need of all, We oft are most alone. Still more alone ! blithe Spring comes round ; Rich Summer-tide smiles by ; And golden Autumn paints the ground, Till Winter's storm-blasts fly.
Página 341 - ... yellow leaves, around us fall The friends best loved and known ; And when we most have need of all, We oft are most alone. Still more alone ! blithe Spring comes round, Rich Summer-tide smiles by, And golden Autumn paints the ground, Till Winter's storm-blasts fly. One after one, friends drop away, As months on months roll on : And hour by hour, and day by day, The old are more alone. Still more alone ! alas ! 'tis...