The Nursery Garland: Being a Selection of Short, Classical Poems, Adapted to Very Early Youth; Respectfully Inscribed to the Mothers of Families |
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... Rill Bidlake 78 Hymn for Morning Parnell 79 Hymn for Noon Parnell 81 Hymn for Evening Parnell 83 To my Soul Harte 85 Veni Creator Spiritus Dryden 86 The Way to Happiness Resignation To - Morrow The Pursuit CONTENTS .
... Rill Bidlake 78 Hymn for Morning Parnell 79 Hymn for Noon Parnell 81 Hymn for Evening Parnell 83 To my Soul Harte 85 Veni Creator Spiritus Dryden 86 The Way to Happiness Resignation To - Morrow The Pursuit CONTENTS .
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... 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.
... 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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... rill , That trickles down the glade , Here bathe your plumes , here drink your fill , And revel in the shade . No fchool - boy rude , to mischief prone , E'er fhews his ruddy face , Or twangs his bow , or hurls a stone , In this ...
... rill , That trickles down the glade , Here bathe your plumes , here drink your fill , And revel in the shade . No fchool - boy rude , to mischief prone , E'er fhews his ruddy face , Or twangs his bow , or hurls a stone , In this ...
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... RILL . AH ! not in vain we filver rills From moffy fountains flow : Who brawling down the vocal hills , Leave mortals as we go . Pictur❜d in us , may mortals fee , In our inceffant ftrife , The toils of drear obfcurity- The toils of ...
... RILL . AH ! not in vain we filver rills From moffy fountains flow : Who brawling down the vocal hills , Leave mortals as we go . Pictur❜d in us , may mortals fee , In our inceffant ftrife , The toils of drear obfcurity- The toils of ...
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... 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 , Nor let the gush of mis'ry flow . The gloomy mantle of the night , Which on my finking ...
... 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 , Nor let the gush of mis'ry flow . The gloomy mantle of the night , Which on my finking ...
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Page 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.
Page 103 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 115 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.