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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... , Thy fky is ever clear ; Thou hast no forrow in thy fong , No Winter in thy year ! O could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make , with joyful wing 1 Our annual vifit o'er the globe , Companions of the THE NURSERY GARLAND .
... , Thy fky is ever clear ; Thou hast no forrow in thy fong , No Winter in thy year ! O could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make , with joyful wing 1 Our annual vifit o'er the globe , Companions of the THE NURSERY GARLAND .
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... wing , Thus to foar , and thus to fing . While the bloom of orient light Gilds thee in thy tuneful flight , May the day - fpring from on high , Seen by Faith's religious eye , Chear me with his vital ray , Promise of eternal day ...
... wing , Thus to foar , and thus to fing . While the bloom of orient light Gilds thee in thy tuneful flight , May the day - fpring from on high , Seen by Faith's religious eye , Chear me with his vital ray , Promise of eternal day ...
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... wing , Salutes the gay return of Spring : The filver dews , the vernal fhowers ; Call forth a bloomy waste of flowers , The joyous fields , the fhady woods , Are cloth'd with green , or fwell'd with buds , Then hafte thy beauties to ...
... wing , Salutes the gay return of Spring : The filver dews , the vernal fhowers ; Call forth a bloomy waste of flowers , The joyous fields , the fhady woods , Are cloth'd with green , or fwell'd with buds , Then hafte thy beauties to ...
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... wing . Now the pine - tree's waving top Gently greets the morning gale ! Kidlings , now , begin to crop- Daifies in the dewy vale . From the balmy fweets , uncloy'd , ( Reftlefs till her task be done ) Now the bufy bee's employ'd ...
... wing . Now the pine - tree's waving top Gently greets the morning gale ! Kidlings , now , begin to crop- Daifies in the dewy vale . From the balmy fweets , uncloy'd , ( Reftlefs till her task be done ) Now the bufy bee's employ'd ...
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... wings . Not a leaf has leave to ftir , Nature's lull'd , ferene , and ftill ! Quiet e'en the shepherd's cur , Sleeping on the heath - clad hill . Languid is the landscape round , ' Till the fresh descending shower , Grateful to the ...
... wings . Not a leaf has leave to ftir , Nature's lull'd , ferene , and ftill ! Quiet e'en the shepherd's cur , Sleeping on the heath - clad hill . Languid is the landscape round , ' Till the fresh descending shower , Grateful to the ...
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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.