Kidd's Own Journal, Bind 3William Spooner, 1853 |
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Side 10
... light of morning ; Beauteous clouds in æther clear , All the East adorning . White through mist the meadows shine , Wake , my love - my Valentine ! For thy locks of raven hue , Flowers of hoar - frost pearly , Crocus - cups of gold and ...
... light of morning ; Beauteous clouds in æther clear , All the East adorning . White through mist the meadows shine , Wake , my love - my Valentine ! For thy locks of raven hue , Flowers of hoar - frost pearly , Crocus - cups of gold and ...
Side 13
... light - how beautiful are they all , and how wonderful is it , that , break and scatter them as you will , you will find under every form the same faultless angles , 66 There are two sides to every question . WE remember once ...
... light - how beautiful are they all , and how wonderful is it , that , break and scatter them as you will , you will find under every form the same faultless angles , 66 There are two sides to every question . WE remember once ...
Side 14
... light is fled , And lilies bloom where roses flourish now . Say , shall I love thy fading beauty less , When spring - tide radiance has been wholly mine ? Let come what will , thy steadfast truth I'll bless , In youth , in age , -thine ...
... light is fled , And lilies bloom where roses flourish now . Say , shall I love thy fading beauty less , When spring - tide radiance has been wholly mine ? Let come what will , thy steadfast truth I'll bless , In youth , in age , -thine ...
Side 16
... light Beamed from the east , and softened by the bright Effusive flash of gold - the willow stoops And muses , like a bride without her love , On her own shade , which lies on waves , and droops Beside the natal trunk , nor looks above ...
... light Beamed from the east , and softened by the bright Effusive flash of gold - the willow stoops And muses , like a bride without her love , On her own shade , which lies on waves , and droops Beside the natal trunk , nor looks above ...
Side 17
... light and free , Is filled with doubts and fears ! Thy days like tedious weeks do seem ; Thy weeks , slow - moving months we deem , - Thy months , long - lingering years ! J. T. WATSON , Though I am forced thus to absent myself From all ...
... light and free , Is filled with doubts and fears ! Thy days like tedious weeks do seem ; Thy weeks , slow - moving months we deem , - Thy months , long - lingering years ! J. T. WATSON , Though I am forced thus to absent myself From all ...
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Side 274 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapprov'd, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Side 362 - For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do. Now if I do that I would not, it is no more I that I do it, but sin that dwelleth in me.
Side 350 - The longer I live, the more I am certain that the great difference between men,— between the feeble and the powerful, the great and the insignificant, is energy — invincible determination. A purpose once fixed ; and then, — death or victory. That quality will do anything that can be done in this world ; and no talents, no circumstances, no opportunities, will make a two-legged creature a man without it.
Side 78 - The cheerful haunts of man ; to wield the axe And drive the wedge in yonder forest drear, From morn to eve his solitary task.
Side 362 - I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill ; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
Side 131 - The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird, thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year.
Side 332 - Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight; Death the Skeleton And Time the Shadow ; — there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship ; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.
Side 74 - A silent tarn below ; Far in the bosom of Helvellyn, Remote from public road or dwelling, Pathway or cultivated land, From trace of human foot or hand.
Side 335 - Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never the same for two moments together; almost human in its passions, almost spiritual in its tenderness, almost divine in its infinity, its appeal to what is immortal in us, is as distinct, as its ministry of chastisement ' or of blessing to what is mortal is essential.
Side 131 - HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.