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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... breast , or deadly fin May caufe a blinder night within . And whether pleafing vapours rife , Which gently dim the closing eyes ; Which make the weary members bleft , With sweet refreshment in their reft ; Or whether spirits in the ...
... breast , or deadly fin May caufe a blinder night within . And whether pleafing vapours rife , Which gently dim the closing eyes ; Which make the weary members bleft , With sweet refreshment in their reft ; Or whether spirits in the ...
Стр. 91
... breast , Your hands would not with - hold the kind relief , And tears of pity would not be represt . Heaven fends misfortunes - why fhould we repine ? ' Tis Heaven has brought me to the fate you fee ; And your condition may be foon like ...
... breast , Your hands would not with - hold the kind relief , And tears of pity would not be represt . Heaven fends misfortunes - why fhould we repine ? ' Tis Heaven has brought me to the fate you fee ; And your condition may be foon like ...
Стр. 105
... fuch delight as does this breast , when thou With radiant luftre fhew'ft the happy hour , That leads from fcenes of care To ftill domeftic blifs . BIDLAKE . ON DIVINE POETRY . IN Nature's golden Age , when THE NURSERY GARLAND . 105 Bidlake.
... fuch delight as does this breast , when thou With radiant luftre fhew'ft the happy hour , That leads from fcenes of care To ftill domeftic blifs . BIDLAKE . ON DIVINE POETRY . IN Nature's golden Age , when THE NURSERY GARLAND . 105 Bidlake.
Стр. 117
... breast is human fill- The rifing figh , the falling tear , My languid vitals ' feeble rill The fickness of my foul declare . But yet with fortitude refign'd , I'll thank th ' Inflicter of the blow ; Forbid the figh , compofe my mind ...
... breast is human fill- The rifing figh , the falling tear , My languid vitals ' feeble rill The fickness of my foul declare . But yet with fortitude refign'd , I'll thank th ' Inflicter of the blow ; Forbid the figh , compofe my mind ...
Стр. 139
... breast . , To all my weak complaints and cries , Thy mercy lent an ear , Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themfees in prayer . Unnumber'd comforts to my fou ! Thy tender care bestow'd , Before my infant heart conceiv'd From ...
... breast . , To all my weak complaints and cries , Thy mercy lent an ear , Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themfees in prayer . Unnumber'd comforts to my fou ! Thy tender care bestow'd , Before my infant heart conceiv'd From ...
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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.