Beneath our feet a fairy pathway flows, The grass still glitters in the summer breeze, The dusky wood, and distant copse appear, And that lone stream, upon whose chequerยd face We mused, when noon-rays made the pebbles gleam, Is mirrorยd to the mind: though all around Be rattling hoofs and roaring wheels, the eye Is wandยring where the heart delights to dwell.
Robert MontgomeryA universal beauty clothes the world, And one heart seems to beat for all mankind!
Robert MontgomeryFree healthcare and free and equal education and peace are about the only things I passionately believe in, and I think if you don't believe in those but you go to church on Sunday then that's hypocris.
Robert MontgomeryO for a summer noon, when light and breeze Sport on the grass, like ripples o'er a lake Alive with freshness! when the full round Sun, With the Creator's smile upon his face, Walks like a prince of glory through the path Of Heaven! - Thou vast, and ever-glorious sky, Mantling the earth with thy majestic robe.
Robert MontgomeryAre there not hours of an immortal birth,โ Bright visitations from a purer sphere, That cannot live in language? Is there not A mood of glory, when the mind attuned To heaven, can out of dreams create her worlds?โ
Robert MontgomeryA thunder-storm!โthe eloquence of heaven, When every cloud is from its slumber riven, Who hath not paused beneath its hollow groan, And felt Omnipotence around him thrown? With what a gloom the ushโring scene appears! The leaves all shivโring with instinctive fears, The waters curling with a fellow dread, A veiling fervour round creation spread, And, last, the heavy rainโs reluctant shower, With big drops pattโring on the tree and bower, While wizard shapes the bowing sky deform,โ All mark the coming of the thunder-storm!
Robert Montgomery