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... CLOSE OF THE YEAR . Andrews Norton , 1822 Old Carol -- “ God Rest You , Merry GenTLEMEN . " Anonymous 113 114 116 118 • 120 · 122 A WINTER NIGHT • · • Bernard Barton , " Moral and Sacred Poetry , " 1820 . 124 THE POLAR WINTER " The ...
... CLOSE OF THE YEAR . Andrews Norton , 1822 Old Carol -- “ God Rest You , Merry GenTLEMEN . " Anonymous 113 114 116 118 • 120 · 122 A WINTER NIGHT • · • Bernard Barton , " Moral and Sacred Poetry , " 1820 . 124 THE POLAR WINTER " The ...
Strana 15
... close buds , That lay along the boughs , instinct with life , Patient , and waiting the soft breath of Spring , Feared not the piercing spirit of the North . The snow - bird twittered on the beechen bough : And ' neath the hemlock ...
... close buds , That lay along the boughs , instinct with life , Patient , and waiting the soft breath of Spring , Feared not the piercing spirit of the North . The snow - bird twittered on the beechen bough : And ' neath the hemlock ...
Strana 17
... , and the eve Shall close o'er the brown woods as it was wont . With the next sun . And it is pleasant , when the noisy streams Are just set free , and milder suns melt off C The plashy snow - save only the firm drift In 17.
... , and the eve Shall close o'er the brown woods as it was wont . With the next sun . And it is pleasant , when the noisy streams Are just set free , and milder suns melt off C The plashy snow - save only the firm drift In 17.
Strana 18
... close shade of pines— ' Tis pleasant to behold the wreaths of smoke Roll up among the maples of the hill , Where the shrill sound of youthful voices wakes The shriller echo , as the clear pure lymph , That from the wounded trees , in ...
... close shade of pines— ' Tis pleasant to behold the wreaths of smoke Roll up among the maples of the hill , Where the shrill sound of youthful voices wakes The shriller echo , as the clear pure lymph , That from the wounded trees , in ...
Strana 24
... close - shut rooms , And sees the snow in feathers pass Winnowing by the window - glass ; Whilst unfelt tempests howl and beat Above his head in chimney - seat . Now musing o'er the changing scene , Farmers behind the tavern - screen ...
... close - shut rooms , And sees the snow in feathers pass Winnowing by the window - glass ; Whilst unfelt tempests howl and beat Above his head in chimney - seat . Now musing o'er the changing scene , Farmers behind the tavern - screen ...
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angels ARCTIC CIRCLE beauty beneath bids birds blast blaze bleak bless bloom born breath bright calm cheerful chill Christ CHRISTMAS CAROLS clouds cold comes cottage dark dead deep drifted drooping E'en earth flowers Frost Spirit frozen glad glittering Glory green hail hath heart heaven heavenly hills holly housie hovering fly howl icy tower keen leafless leaves light lone guide lonely Lord loud meadow lake merry MONT VELAN morn musing naked neath nigh NORTH POLE NORTH-EAST PASSAGE o'er peace plain primeval mound rapturous song reign rich page rise roar rocks roll round rubies rich scene shepherds shine silent sing skies sleep smile snow solemn midnight song soon soul sound spring stars storm streams summer sweet tempest thee thought tidings tread trees voice warm waves weary wild wind-flower winds wintry woods
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Strana 51 - Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled ! " Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem.
Strana 147 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Strana 69 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion, Has broken Nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, An
Strana 156 - Mine was it in the fields both day and night, And by the waters, all the summer long ; And in the frosty season, when the sun Was set, and, visible for many a mile, The cottage windows through the twilight blazed, I heeded not the summons : happy time It was indeed for all of us ; for me It was a time of rapture...
Strana 50 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Strana 121 - No powdered pert, proficient in the art Of sounding an alarm, assaults these doors Till the street rings; no stationary steeds Cough their own knell, while, heedless of the sound, The silent circle fan themselves, and quake : But here the needle plies its busy task, The pattern grows, the well-depicted...
Strana 51 - Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ the everlasting Lord. Late in time behold him come, Offspring of the Virgin's womb.
Strana 85 - It was the calm and silent night! Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might, And now was queen of land and sea. No sound was heard of clashing wars; Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain: Apollo, Pallas, Jove, and Mars Held undisturbed their ancient reign, In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago.
Strana 19 - The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps, And the broad arching portals of the grove Welcome thy entering. Look ! the massy trunks Are cased in the pure crystal ; each light spray, Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven, Is studded with its trembling water-drops, That stream with rainbow radiance as they move. But round the parent stem the long low boughs Bend, in a glittering ring, and arbors hide The glassy floor.
Strana 39 - Within our beds awhile we heard The wind that round the gables roared. With now and then a ruder shock. Which made our very bedsteads rock. We heard the loosened clapboards tost, The board-nails snapping in the frost; And on us, through the unplastered wall. Felt the light sifted snow-flakes fall. But sleep stole on, as sleep will do When hearts are light and life is new; Faint and more faint the murmers grew.