Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, Avisitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will.
Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, A visitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will.william wordsworth
Beneath the stars, upon yon meteor Ever hung my fate,'mongst things corruptible; I ne'er could pluck it from him. My loathing Was prophet to the rest, but ne'er believed.thomas middleton
Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,And guide my lonely wayTo where yon taper cheers the valeWith hospitable ray.Oliver Goldsmith
Question not, but live and labour Till yon goal be won, Helping every feeble neighbour, Seeking help from none; Life is mostly froth and bubble, Two things stand like stone: in another's trouble, in your own.Adam Lindsay Gordon
From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I.
Then cricket sing thy song, or answer mineThine whispers blame, but mine has naught but praisesIt matters not. — Behold the autumn goes,The Shadow grows,The moments take hold of eternity;Even while we stop to wrangle or repineOur lives are goneLike thinnest mist,Like yon escaping colour in the tree: —Rejoice! rejoice! whilst yet the hours existRejoice or mourn, and let the world swing onUnmoved by Cricket-song of thee or me.frederick goddard tuckerman
Star of resplendent front! Thy glorious eyeShines on me still from out yon clouded sky.sarah helen whitman
Why may not a goose say thus: "All the parts of the universe I have an interest in: the earth serves me to walk upon, the sun to light me; the stars have their influence upon me; I have such an advantage by the winds and such by the waters; there is nothing that yon heavenly roof looks upon so favourably as me. I am the darling of Nature! Is it not man that keeps and serves me?"Michel de Montaigne
Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate? Ask why the sunlight not for ever Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain-river, Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown, Why fear and dream and death and birth Cast on the daylight of this earth Such gloom, why man has such a scope For love and hate, despondency and hope?Percy Bysshe Shelley
Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail, That, idly waiting, flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand.Oliver Goldsmith
Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.william shakespeare
O'er yon bare knoll the pointed cedar shadows Drowse on the crisp, gray moss.james russell lowell
When this passing world is done, When has sunk yon, glowing sun, When we stand with Christ in glory, Looking o'er life's f1nished story, Then, Lord, shall I fully know Not till then how much I owe.
And I will trust that He who heeds The life that hides, in mead and wold, Who hangs yon alder's crimson beads, And stains these mosses green and gold, Will still, as He hath done, incline His gracious care to me and mine.john greenleaf whittier
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.jean ingelow
yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,Frozen by distance.william wordsworth
yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice; Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye, Frozen by distance.william wordsworth
yon second-hand bookseller is second to none in the worth of the treasures which he dispenses.leigh hunt
yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land Good Night!lord byron
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