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134. oldal - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
99. oldal - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, Witn many a silvery water-break Above the golden gravel, — And draw them all along and flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come, and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers, I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
180. oldal - My days among the Dead are past ; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old : My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal And seek relief in woe ; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
173. oldal - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
179. oldal - ... island-story, The path of duty was the way to glory : He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses.
58. oldal - Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world : Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.
153. oldal - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering but not lost.
52. oldal - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
27. oldal - But still as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, 'Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
172. oldal - ... queen Among her children stand; They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks, They held him by the hand!— A tear burst from the sleeper's lids And fell into the sand. And then at furious speed he rode Along the Niger's bank; His bridle-reins were golden chains, And, with a martial clank, At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel Smiting his stallion's flank.