Fugitive Pieces: By Frances Greensted

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Sayfa 2 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Sayfa 4 - Beneath th' embow'ring shade, the lordly stag And bounding hind repose, devoid of fear; Around, their dappled young, in sportive play Wanton, and chace each other through the grove. From tree to tree the nimble squirrel springs ; The blackbird shrill, and sweetly warbling thrush^ With echoing notes made the wide forest ring.
Sayfa 4 - Majestic SAVERNAKE Raises his wood-crown'd brow; prospect sublime! Whether yon stately oaks and slender pines, In well-plann'd order plac'd, attract the sight; Or, o'er the smooth-shorn plain, we turn our eye Beneath th...
Sayfa 36 - ... objects of his solicitude, lest danger should approach them, and he not be there to give the warning note. On the tall branch of a tree, or some other elevated resting-place, he sits and pours out his full heart in song : — Beyond the clust'ring filbert's high-raised arch, The arbour wide expands its ample space, In cool recess impervious to the beam Of ardent Sol, when from meridian height With blaze intense he pours the flood of day ; Perched on the fickle vane the cheerful Thrush In...
Sayfa 36 - In love-taught warblings cheers his constant mate, As in the friendly covert close she broods With patient fondness o'er her callow young. Cold indeed must that heart be that does not thrill in unison with the swelling strain of the sylvan songster, when he pours forth his matin or vesper hymn, or...
Sayfa 2 - And sportive frisks along th' enamel'd glade. Forth from yon shady covert boldly stalks The beauteous Pheasant, rich in varied dye; Fearless his brilliant plumage he displays: No sportsman here directs the murd'rotis tube, To close in death the radiant victim's, eye.

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