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.
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
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.
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
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.
But deep this truth impress'd my mind- Thro' all His works abroad, The heart benevolent and kind The most resembles God.
Banner of England, not for a season, O Banner of Britain, hast thou Floated in conquering battle or flapt to the battle-cry! Never with mightier glory, than when we had rear'd thee on high, Flying at top of the roofs in the ghastly siege of Lucknow Shot thro' the staff or the halyard, but ever we raised thee anew, And ever upon the topmost roof our banner of England blew.
Many a night I saw the Pleiads rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid.