The Nursery Garland: Being a Selection of Short, Classical Poems, Adapted to Very Early Youth; Respectfully Inscribed to the Mothers of FamiliesJ. Harris, 1801 - 172 страница |
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... Hill 74 The Creator's Works Manifest his Power Addison 75 The Ignorance of Man . Merrick 76 • Inscription for a Rill Bidlake 78 Hymn for Morning Parnell 79 Hymn for Noon Parnell 81 Hymn for Evening Parnell 83 To my Soul Harte 85 Veni ...
... Hill 74 The Creator's Works Manifest his Power Addison 75 The Ignorance of Man . Merrick 76 • Inscription for a Rill Bidlake 78 Hymn for Morning Parnell 79 Hymn for Noon Parnell 81 Hymn for Evening Parnell 83 To my Soul Harte 85 Veni ...
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... Hill 95 Cotton 97 Garter 98 • Watts 101 Miss Carter 102 Darwin 104 Bidlake 105 Hughes 106 Cowper 107 Akenside 108 Smollett 109 Savift 110 Pope 112 Parnell 115 A Thought in a Garden The Man of Ross On the Deity Sheffield Duke of ...
... Hill 95 Cotton 97 Garter 98 • Watts 101 Miss Carter 102 Darwin 104 Bidlake 105 Hughes 106 Cowper 107 Akenside 108 Smollett 109 Savift 110 Pope 112 Parnell 115 A Thought in a Garden The Man of Ross On the Deity Sheffield Duke of ...
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... hill to vale you fly , And now you sweep the vaulted sky : A fhepherd next , yon haunt the plain , And warble forth your oaten ftrain./ A lover now , with all the grace Of that sweet paffion in your face ; Then calm'd to friendship ...
... hill to vale you fly , And now you sweep the vaulted sky : A fhepherd next , yon haunt the plain , And warble forth your oaten ftrain./ A lover now , with all the grace Of that sweet paffion in your face ; Then calm'd to friendship ...
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... hill , When Meditation has her fill , I just may caft my careless eyes Where London's fpiry turrets rife , Think of its crimes , its cares , its pain , Then fhield me in the woods again . THOMSON THE DRUM . I HATE that Drum's difcordant ...
... hill , When Meditation has her fill , I just may caft my careless eyes Where London's fpiry turrets rife , Think of its crimes , its cares , its pain , Then fhield me in the woods again . THOMSON THE DRUM . I HATE that Drum's difcordant ...
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... hill , And nought but the nightingale's fong in the 1 grove ; ' Twas then , by the cave of a mountain reclin'd , A Hermit his nightly complaint thus began : Tho ' mournful his numbers , his foul was refign'd , He thought as a fage , tho ...
... hill , And nought but the nightingale's fong in the 1 grove ; ' Twas then , by the cave of a mountain reclin'd , A Hermit his nightly complaint thus began : Tho ' mournful his numbers , his foul was refign'd , He thought as a fage , tho ...
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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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Страница 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.
Страница 103 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 115 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.