The New Gallery, Volumes 1-5

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Chatto and Windus, 1888
 

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Page 57 - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky. The day is come when I again repose Here, under this dark sycamore, and view These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the...
Page 20 - By one so deep in love, then he, who ne'er From me shall separate, at once my lips All trembling kissed. The book and writer both Were love's purveyors. In its leaves that day We read no more.
Page 37 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.
Page 17 - And the women answered one another as they played, and said, Saul hath slain his thousands, and David his ten thousands.
Page 52 - The King's daughter is all glorious within ; her clothing is of wrought gold. She shall be brought unto the King in raiment of needlework : the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee.
Page 9 - Calm and deep peace in this wide air, These leaves that redden to the fall; And in my heart, if calm at all, If any calm, a calm despair: Calm on the seas, and silver sleep, And waves that sway themselves in rest, And dead calm in that noble breast Which heaves but with the heaving deep. XII Lo, as a dove when up she springs To bear thro...
Page 18 - The sun was risen upon the earth when Lot entered into Zoar. Then the Lord rained upon Sodom and upon Gomorrah brimstone and fire from the Lord out of heaven; and he overthrew those cities, and all the plain, and all the inhabitants of the cities, and that which grew upon the ground.
Page 10 - What I spent I had — what I saved I lost — what I gave I have.
Page 57 - How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ; For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And, as I watch the line of light, that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west, I long to tread that golden path of rays, And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest.
Page 74 - I'll tell ye of a secret That courtiers dinna ken : What is the greatest bliss That the tongue of man can name ? 'Tis to woo a bonny lassie When the kye comes bame. When the kye comes hame, When the kye comes hame, Tween the gloaming and the mirk , When the kye comes hame.

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