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Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road,
The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful read more
Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road,
The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode
Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height,
Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light.
And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.
And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.
See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and read more
See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and wide!
The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
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The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
- Ebenezer Elliott ("The Corn Law Rhymer"),
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
Sweet are the little brooks that run
O'er pebbles glancing in the sun,
Singing in soothing tones.
Sweet are the little brooks that run
O'er pebbles glancing in the sun,
Singing in soothing tones.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men read more
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is read more
My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is in my ears
Which in those days I heard.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.