The Nursery Garland: Being a Selection of Short, Classical Poems, Adapted to Very Early Youth; Respectfully Inscribed to the Mothers of FamiliesJ. Harris, 1801 - Всего страниц: 172 |
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... golden hair , And fought'ft thy native skies ; When war , by vultures drawn from far , To Britain bent his iron car , And bade his ftorms arife ! Tir'd of his rúde tyrannic fway , Our youth fhall fix fome feftive day , His fullen ...
... golden hair , And fought'ft thy native skies ; When war , by vultures drawn from far , To Britain bent his iron car , And bade his ftorms arife ! Tir'd of his rúde tyrannic fway , Our youth fhall fix fome feftive day , His fullen ...
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... golden sky : Can the pencil's mimic skill , Copy the refulgent dye ? Trudging as the ploughmen go , ( To the fmoking hamlet bound ) ] Giant - like their fhadows grow , Lengthen'd o'er the level ground . Where the rifing foreft spreads ...
... golden sky : Can the pencil's mimic skill , Copy the refulgent dye ? Trudging as the ploughmen go , ( To the fmoking hamlet bound ) ] Giant - like their fhadows grow , Lengthen'd o'er the level ground . Where the rifing foreft spreads ...
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... golden head ; O'er the misty mountains spread Thy smiling rays of orient light ! See the golden God appear ! Flies the fiend of darkness drear ; Flies , and in her gloomy train , Sable Grief , and Care , and Pain ! See the golden God ...
... golden head ; O'er the misty mountains spread Thy smiling rays of orient light ! See the golden God appear ! Flies the fiend of darkness drear ; Flies , and in her gloomy train , Sable Grief , and Care , and Pain ! See the golden God ...
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... golden fheaf behind . O hafte , and spread the purple day O'er all the wide ethereal way ! Nature mourns at thy delay : God of Glory , haste away ! From the red wave rifing bright , Lift on high thy golden head ; O'er the misty ...
... golden fheaf behind . O hafte , and spread the purple day O'er all the wide ethereal way ! Nature mourns at thy delay : God of Glory , haste away ! From the red wave rifing bright , Lift on high thy golden head ; O'er the misty ...
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... golden fands Thro ' all his meadows roll , He's but a wretch , with all his lands , That wears a narrow foul . He fwells amidft his wealthy ftore , And proudly poising what he weighs , In his own fcale he fondly lays Huge heaps of ...
... golden fands Thro ' all his meadows roll , He's but a wretch , with all his lands , That wears a narrow foul . He fwells amidft his wealthy ftore , And proudly poising what he weighs , In his own fcale he fondly lays Huge heaps of ...
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Стр. 159 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Стр. 103 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Стр. 158 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Стр. 158 - Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven, On earth join, all ye creatures, to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Стр. 89 - It is a period nowhere to be found In all the hoary registers of time, Unless perchance in the fool's calendar. Wisdom disclaims the word, nor" holds society With those who own it.
Стр. 93 - How fair is the Rose ! what a beautiful flower ! The glory of April and May : But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day. Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to boast, Above all the flowers of the field ! When its leaves are all dead and...
Стр. 116 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ; Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been.
Стр. 13 - I HATE that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round : To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields, And lures from cities and from fields, To sell their liberty for charms Of tawdry lace and glittering arms ; And when Ambition's voice commands, To march, and fight, and fall in foreign lands.
Стр. 121 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Стр. 115 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.