Cheerlier

Oſt had ſhe trac’d and travers’d it; but ne’r / With cheerlier countenance or nimbler pace: / The pleaſure of her Task could not forbear / To ſhew it ſelf both in her feet and face; / So much ſhe joy’d this Virgin-work ſhould be / Child to the Mother of Virginity.

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The wayworn pilgrim, though the tempest lours, / Breathes a new being in the realm of Death, / And bears the burden of life’s darker hours / With cheerlier aspect o’er the lonely heath, / That spreads between us and the unfading clime / Where true Love triumphs o’er the death of Time.

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“Oh,” thought I, “that woods like these / Should be without their ferns and cragies; Lack a daisy! lacking trees, / Lack a daisy! lacking daisies // Yet by picturing matters to him / In a cheerlier light than he, / Somewhat from his woe I drew him: / And I soon was pleased to see / His eye twinkling, his lips wrinkling, / Which expressed a sort of inkling / Yet of better times to be.

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[…] every now and then I reached some favorite haunt of the rich-throated nightingale, and stopped and wondered at the mellow, pensive music of her note; even the cold, dark, treacherous river, wherever my path lay along it, seemed to roll with a louder, cheerlier ripple than I had ever heard it yield before, as if welcoming my homeward-bound feet.

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