A garland of poems for the youngReligious Tract Society, 1847 - 96 страница |
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... storm , Had fertiliz'd each furrow ; Then , with the blithe and busy bee , As busy and as blithe as he , He came out from his burrow ! BERNARD BARTON . THE WET SPARROW . " How heavy the rain is that falls on the ground ! How cold is the ...
... storm , Had fertiliz'd each furrow ; Then , with the blithe and busy bee , As busy and as blithe as he , He came out from his burrow ! BERNARD BARTON . THE WET SPARROW . " How heavy the rain is that falls on the ground ! How cold is the ...
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... storm , nor sun , Nor the gentle dew , nor the grinding heel , Has ever subdued or made to feel . " And soon in the earth she slunk away , From the comfortless spot where the Pebble lay . But it was not long ere the soil was broke By ...
... storm , nor sun , Nor the gentle dew , nor the grinding heel , Has ever subdued or made to feel . " And soon in the earth she slunk away , From the comfortless spot where the Pebble lay . But it was not long ere the soil was broke By ...
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... storm , the red bolt defying . His wing on the wind , and his eye on the sun , He swerves not a hair , but bears onward , right on . Boy , may the eagle's flight ever be thine , Onward and upward , and true to the line . ” " What is ...
... storm , the red bolt defying . His wing on the wind , and his eye on the sun , He swerves not a hair , but bears onward , right on . Boy , may the eagle's flight ever be thine , Onward and upward , and true to the line . ” " What is ...
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... storm that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced . Thy nightly visits to my chamber made , That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home , The biscuit , or confectionary plum ...
... storm that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced . Thy nightly visits to my chamber made , That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home , The biscuit , or confectionary plum ...
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... storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd , Shoots into port at some well - haven'd isle , Where spices breathe , and brighter seasons smile ; There sits quiescent on the floods , that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below ...
... storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd , Shoots into port at some well - haven'd isle , Where spices breathe , and brighter seasons smile ; There sits quiescent on the floods , that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below ...
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ANON beam beauty birds blossom bosom bowers breast breath bright brightly brow busy Bee BUTTERFLY child churchyard clouds comes he comes-the comes-the Frost Spirit Conwy dark dead dear death delight doth dream dwell dwelleth dwelleth God earth fair FAKENHAM fear flowers Frost Spirit comes gentle goblin gone grace green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Holy Ground hour infant Jesus joyous Lark light little maid Little maiden look look'd Lord lov'd lyre maiden mother mountains nest never nigh night o'er pain pass'd peace Pebble praise pray prayer RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY rest rill rocks rose round Sabbath scene seraph shade shine sigh sing smile song sorrow soul Spring storm stream summer sweet SWEETBRIER tarn tell tempest tender thee thine thou art thou busy thought to-morrow toil tree voice warbling wert wing wrapp'd young
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Страница 57 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Страница 35 - Wouldst softly speak and stroke my head and smile — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart : the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Страница 34 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Страница 81 - You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." " Their graves are green, they may be seen...
Страница 56 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around...
Страница 80 - I met a little cottage girl, She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Страница 36 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Страница 81 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Страница 51 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Страница 9 - GOD might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all.