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And not from Nature up to Nature's God, But down from Nature's God look Nature through. S.— filed under Nature
And Thou, vast Ocean! on whose awful face Time's iron feet can print no ruin trace.— filed under Ocean
The solitary monk who shook the world From pagan slumber, when the gospel trump Thunder'd its challenge from his dauntless lips In peals of truth.— filed under Religion
Golden Bill! Golden Bill! Lo, the peep of day; All the air is cool and still, From the elm-tree on the hill, Chant away: Let thy loud and welcome lay Pour alway Few notes but strong.— filed under Birds-Blackbird
Cygnet. Their cygnets following through the foamy wake, Picking the leaves of plants, pursuing insects.— filed under Birds-Cuckoo
The Dove, On silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.— filed under Birds-Dove
The bird that soars on highest wing, Builds on the ground her lowly nest; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest : In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility.— filed under Birds-Lark
Nature's prime favourites were the Pelicans; High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free.— filed under Birds-Pelican
Nimbly they seized and secreted their prey, Alive and wriggling in the elastic net, Which Nature hung beneath their grasping beaks; Till, swoln with captures, the unwieldy burden Clogg'd their slow flight, as heavily to land, These mighty hunters of the deep return'd. There on the cragged cliffs they perch'd at ease, Gorging their hapless victims one by one; Then full and weary, side by side, they slept, Till evening roused them to the chase again.— filed under Birds-Pelican
The nursery of brooding Pelicans, The dormitory of their dead, had vanish'd, And all the minor spots of rock and verdure, The abodes of happy millions, were no more. C.— filed under Birds-Pelican
There's nothing terrible in death; 'Tis but to cast our robes away, And sleep at night, without a breath To break repose till dawn of day.— filed under Death
The dew-drops in the breeze of morn, Trembling and sparkling on the thorn, Falls to the ground, escapes the eye, Yet mounts on sunbeams to the sky.— filed under Dew
Crocus-cups of gold and blue, Snowdrops drooping early.— filed under Flirting
The purple heath and golden broom On moory mountains catch the gale, O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume, The violet in the vale.— filed under Flirting
the Daisy. There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.— filed under Flowers-Daisy
The Rose has but a Summer reign, The daisy never dies.— filed under Flowers-Daisy
Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?— filed under Flowers-Forget-Me-Not
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue Shook their rich tresses to the morn.— filed under Flowers-Honeysuckle
Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.— filed under Flowers-Pansy
While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.— filed under Flowers-Rose
Star. Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.— filed under Flowers-Rose
Snow-Drop. Galanthus Nivalis. At the head of Flora's dance; Simple Snow-drop, then in thee All thy sister-train I see; Every brilliant bud that blows, From the blue-bell to the rose; All the beauties that appear, On the bosom of the Year, All that wreathe the locks of Spring, Summer's ardent breath perfume, Or on the lap of Autumn bloom, All to thee their tribute bring.— filed under Flowers-Safflower
The morning star of flowers.— filed under Flowers-Safflower
Winter's gloomy night withdrawn Lo! the young romantic Hours, Search the hill, the dale, the lawn To behold the snow-drop white, start to light.— filed under Flowers-Safflower
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.— filed under Flowers-Sunflower
Dutch tulips from their beds Flaunted their stately heads.— filed under Flowers-Violet
Not one of Flora's brilliant race A form more perfect can display; Art could not feign more simple grace Nor Nature take a line away.— filed under Flowers-Violet
Tulip-Root. The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.— filed under Flowers-Violet
The violets were past their prime, Yet their departing breath Was sweeter, in the blast of death, Than all the lavish fragrance of the time.— filed under Flowers-Violet
Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love.— filed under Futurity
The elegant simplicity of the three per cents. LORD ELDON. See Campbell's Lives of the Lord Chancellors. Vol. X. Ch. CCXII. P. 218. Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more.— filed under Gain
GRAVE (THE). There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.— filed under Gratitude
There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.— filed under Heaven
His home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.— filed under Home
Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.— filed under Hope
Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.— filed under Humor
Nearest the throne itself must be The footstool of humility.— filed under Humor
When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).— filed under Immortality
Glow-worm. Here's a health to the glow-worm, Death's sober lamplighter. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)- Au Café. XXXIX. p. When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark.— filed under Insects-Flea
Gnat. A work of skill, surpassing sense, A labor of Omnipotence; Though frail as dust it meet thine eye, He form'd this gnat who built the sky.— filed under Insects-Katydid
December. Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past. S.— filed under Joy
'Tis not the whole of life to live; Nor all of death to die.— filed under Life
is Nigh Gone. Night is the time for rest; How sweet, when labours close, To gather round an aching breast The curtain of repose, Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head Down on our own delightful bed!— filed under Night
Verse 8. Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea.— filed under Ocean
Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.— filed under Philosophy
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast.— filed under Prayer
The tall Oak, towering to the skies, The fury of the wind defies, From age to age, in virtue strong. Inured to stand, and suffer wrong.— filed under Trees And Plants-Oak