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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... live , And live hereafter too . WATTS DUTY TO GOD AND OUR NEIGHBOUR . LOVE God with all your soul and strength , With all your heart and mind ; And love your neighbour as yourself ; Be faithful , juft , and kind . Deal with another as ...
... live , And live hereafter too . WATTS DUTY TO GOD AND OUR NEIGHBOUR . LOVE God with all your soul and strength , With all your heart and mind ; And love your neighbour as yourself ; Be faithful , juft , and kind . Deal with another as ...
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... live , unfeen , unknown ; Thus unlamented let me die , Steal from the world , and not a stone Tell where I lie . PORE . THE MORNING LARK , ANACREONTIC . FEATHER'd lyric ! warbling high , Sweetly gaining on the fky , Op'ning with thy ...
... live , unfeen , unknown ; Thus unlamented let me die , Steal from the world , and not a stone Tell where I lie . PORE . THE MORNING LARK , ANACREONTIC . FEATHER'd lyric ! warbling high , Sweetly gaining on the fky , Op'ning with thy ...
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... live and thine : Thofe lights that fparkle fo on high , Are but the glow - worms of the sky ; And kings on earth their gems admire , Because they imitate my fire . " She spoke . Attentive on a spray , A Nightingale forbore his lay ; He ...
... live and thine : Thofe lights that fparkle fo on high , Are but the glow - worms of the sky ; And kings on earth their gems admire , Because they imitate my fire . " She spoke . Attentive on a spray , A Nightingale forbore his lay ; He ...
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... . Here freely hop from spray to spray , Or weave the moffy neft ; Here rove and fing the live - long day , At night here fweetly reft , Amidft this cool , translucent rill , That trickles down 58 THE NURSERY GARLAND . Cunningham.
... . Here freely hop from spray to spray , Or weave the moffy neft ; Here rove and fing the live - long day , At night here fweetly reft , Amidft this cool , translucent rill , That trickles down 58 THE NURSERY GARLAND . Cunningham.
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... live with thee ; And feel that union which thy love Will , after death , complete above . From my foul I fend my prayer , Great Creator , bow thine ear ; Thou , for whofe propitious fway The world was taught to see the day ; Who fpake ...
... live with thee ; And feel that union which thy love Will , after death , complete above . From my foul I fend my prayer , Great Creator , bow thine ear ; Thou , for whofe propitious fway The world was taught to see the day ; Who fpake ...
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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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