Lo, thro' her works gay nature grieves How brief she is and frail, As ever o'er the falling leaves Autumnal winds prevail. Yet still the philosophic mind Consolatory food can find, And hope her anchorage maintain: We never are deserted quite; 'Tis by succession of delight That love supports his reign.
The Autumn wood the aster knows, The empty nest, the wind that grieves, The sunlight breaking thro' the shade, The squirrel chattering overhead, The timid rabbits lighter tread Among the rustling leaves.dora read goodale
And as I played, a child came thro' the gate, A boy who looked at me without a word, As tho' he saw stretch far behind my head Long lines of radiant angels, row on row. That day we spoke a little, timidly, And after that I never heard the voice That sang so many songs for love of me.sara teasdale
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks thro' Nature, up to Nature's God.Alexander Pope
Religion, then, is Love's Celestial ForceThat penetrates thro' all to Its True Source;Loves all along, but with proportion'd Bent,As Creatures further the Divine Ascent,Not to the Skies or Stars, but to the partThat will be always uppermost, — the Heart,There is the Seat, as Holy Writings tell,Where the Most High Himself delights to dwell;Whither attracting the desirous WillTo its true Rest, He saves it from all Ill,Gives it to find in His Abyssal LoveAn Heav'n within, — in other Words, Above.john byrom
With eyes up-raised, as one inspired,Pale Melancholy sate retired,And from her wild sequestered seat,In notes by distance made more sweet,Poured thro' the mellow horn her pensive soul.william collins
The Autumn wood the aster knows,The empty nest, the wind that grieves,The sunlight breaking thro' the shade,The squirrel chattering overhead,The timid rabbits lighter treadAmong the rustling leaves.dora read goodale
Each window like a pill'ry appears, With heads thrust thro' nail'd by the ears.
Great things thro' greatest hazards are achiev'd, And then they shine.
I am Providence, and Providence is myself together, indissolubly as one, we stand thro' the ages; a fixt monument set aeternally in the shadow of Durfee's ice-clad peak!h. p. lovecraft
At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher thro' To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee.Robert Burns
The Autumn wood the aster knows, The empty nest, the wind that grieves, The sunlight breaking thro' the shade, The squirrel chattering overhead, The timid rabbits lighter tread Among the rustling leaves.
Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly, When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky; Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves, When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doves.Alexander Pope
A love still burning upward, giving light To read those laws; an accent very low In blandishment, but a most silver flow Of subtle-paced counsel in distress. Right to the heart and brain, tho' undescried, Winning its way with extreme gentleness Thro' all the outworks of suspicious pride; A courage to endure and to obey: A hate of gossip parlance and of sway, Crown'd Isabel, thro' all her placid life, The queen of marriage, a most perfect wife.
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?felicia hemans
On all important time, thro' ev'ry age, Tho' much, and warm, the wise have urged; the man Is yet unborn, who duly weighs an hour, "I've lost a day" the prince who nobly cried Had been an emperor without his crown; Of Rome? say rather, lord of human race.Edward Young
Whoe'er has gone thro' London street, Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat, And how he keeps Gloating upon a sheep's Or bullock's personals, as if his own; How he admires his halves And quarters and his calves, As if in truth upon his own legs grown.thomas hood
Some for hard masters, broken under arms, In battle lopt away, with half their limbs, Beg bitter bread thro' realms their valour saved.Edward Young
But for you, it shall be forever Spring, And only you shall be forever fearless, And only you shall have white, straight, tireless limbs, And only you, where the water lily swims, Shall walk along pathways, thro' the willows Of your West. You who went West, And only you on silvery twilight pillows Shall take your rest In the soft, sweet glooms Of twilight rooms.
Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.
Now scantier limits the proud arch confine, And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine; A small Euphrates thro' the piece is roll'd, And little eagles wave their wings in gold.Alexander Pope
Lo, steel-clad War his gorgeous standard rears:;! The red-cross squadrons madly rage, And mow thro' infancy and age...samuel rogers
Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
He open'd calm the universal cause,To give each realm its limit and its laws,Bid the last breath of tired contention cease,And bind all regions in the leagues of peace;Till one confederate, condependent swaySpread with the sun and bound the walks of day,One centred system, one all-ruling soulLive thro the parts and regulate the whole.joel barlow
With careless joy we thread the woodland ways And reach her broad domain. Thro' sense of strength and beauty, free as air. We feel our savage kin, And thus alone with conscious meaning wear The Indian's moccasin!
And o'er the hills and far away, Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she followed him.
But deep this truth impress'd my mind- Thro' all His works abroad, The heart benevolent and kind The most resembles God.