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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... tune ! Blithfome is the verdant fcene , Brighten'd by the beams of noon ! EVENING . O'ER the heath the heifer ftrays Free- ( the furrow'd tafk is done ) Now the village windows blaze , Burnish'd by the fetting fun . Now he hides behind ...
... tune ! Blithfome is the verdant fcene , Brighten'd by the beams of noon ! EVENING . O'ER the heath the heifer ftrays Free- ( the furrow'd tafk is done ) Now the village windows blaze , Burnish'd by the fetting fun . Now he hides behind ...
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... tune , Carols to the evening loud , Mark the mild refplendent moon , Breaking thro ' a parted cloud ! Now the hermit howlet peeps From the barn , or twifted brake ; And the blue mift flowly creeps , Curling on the filver lake . As the ...
... tune , Carols to the evening loud , Mark the mild refplendent moon , Breaking thro ' a parted cloud ! Now the hermit howlet peeps From the barn , or twifted brake ; And the blue mift flowly creeps , Curling on the filver lake . As the ...
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... tune our paffions , teach them how to roll , And fink the body , but to raise the soul ; - To raife it , bear it to mysterious day , Nor want an angel to direct the way ! -- THOMSON . HYMN TO THE RISING SUN . FROM the red wave , rising ...
... tune our paffions , teach them how to roll , And fink the body , but to raise the soul ; - To raife it , bear it to mysterious day , Nor want an angel to direct the way ! -- THOMSON . HYMN TO THE RISING SUN . FROM the red wave , rising ...
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... tunes his notes to love . Ye gentle warblers , hither fly , And fhun the noon - tide heat ; My fhrubs a cooling fhade fupply , My groves a fafe retreat . Here freely hop from spray to spray , Or weave the moffy neft ; Here rove and fing ...
... tunes his notes to love . Ye gentle warblers , hither fly , And fhun the noon - tide heat ; My fhrubs a cooling fhade fupply , My groves a fafe retreat . Here freely hop from spray to spray , Or weave the moffy neft ; Here rove and fing ...
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... tunes the linnet's voice , Or blushes in the rofe . By reafon taught to scorn those fears That vulgar minds moleft , Let no fantaftic terrors break My dear Narciffa's rest . Thy life may all the tend'reft care Of Providence defend ; s ...
... tunes the linnet's voice , Or blushes in the rofe . By reafon taught to scorn those fears That vulgar minds moleft , Let no fantaftic terrors break My dear Narciffa's rest . Thy life may all the tend'reft care Of Providence defend ; s ...
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ANWYLL beams beauty Belfield beſt blaſt bleffings bleft blifs bloom bofom breaſt breath caft canker-worm charms Churchill crown'd darkneſs dear delight dwell earth EDMUND EDWARD Elinor eternal ev'ry facred fafe fair fame fate fcene fear feek feems ferene fhade fhall fhine fhould figh filent fing fleep flower fmile foft fome fong foon foothe forrow foul ftar ftill ftore ftrain ftream fuch fupply furveys fweet glory grace hand happy heart Heaven hour Howard marks lefs light mind Miss Onslow misty mountains moffy morn mourn Mufe MYLO night nymph o'er paffions peace pity pleaſe pleaſure poor pow'r praiſe pride purſue rife rill rofe round ſhade ſhall ſhare ſkies ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread Spring ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thou thouſand thro toil treaſure truth vale Virtue wakeful eye Whofe Wiſdom youth
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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.