Flowers of poetry, for young persons: a companion to miss Taylor's Original poems. 2vols, Volume 21835 |
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... To lie abroad on Nature's lonely breast , Amidst the music of a summer's sky , Where tall , dark pines the northern bank invest Of FOR YOUNG PERSONS . 9 On visiting a Scene of Childhood Anonymous 10 Ode to Content By Mrs Barbauld Page 7.
... To lie abroad on Nature's lonely breast , Amidst the music of a summer's sky , Where tall , dark pines the northern bank invest Of FOR YOUNG PERSONS . 9 On visiting a Scene of Childhood Anonymous 10 Ode to Content By Mrs Barbauld Page 7.
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Flowers. Where tall , dark pines the northern bank invest Of a still lake , and see the long pikes lie Basking upon the shallows ; with dark crest , And threatening pomp , the swan go sailing by ; And many a wild - fowl on its breast ...
Flowers. Where tall , dark pines the northern bank invest Of a still lake , and see the long pikes lie Basking upon the shallows ; with dark crest , And threatening pomp , the swan go sailing by ; And many a wild - fowl on its breast ...
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... dark is human reason found , How vain the man with wit and learning crown'd ; How feeble all his strength when he essays To trace dark Nature , and detect her ways , Unless he calls its Author to his aid , Who every secret spring of ...
... dark is human reason found , How vain the man with wit and learning crown'd ; How feeble all his strength when he essays To trace dark Nature , and detect her ways , Unless he calls its Author to his aid , Who every secret spring of ...
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... darkness and the dead ! Thou timid Snowdrop , lift thy lowly head ; Crocus and Primrose , show your varied dye ; Violets , your ceaseless odours round you shed , Yourselves the while retiring from the eye , Yet loading with your sweets ...
... darkness and the dead ! Thou timid Snowdrop , lift thy lowly head ; Crocus and Primrose , show your varied dye ; Violets , your ceaseless odours round you shed , Yourselves the while retiring from the eye , Yet loading with your sweets ...
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... dark was the sycamore's shade to behold , And the oak's tender leaf was of emerald and gold . The thrush from the holly , the lark from the cloud , Their chorus of rapture sung jovial and loud ; From the soft vernal sky , to the soft ...
... dark was the sycamore's shade to behold , And the oak's tender leaf was of emerald and gold . The thrush from the holly , the lark from the cloud , Their chorus of rapture sung jovial and loud ; From the soft vernal sky , to the soft ...
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amaranthine Arden's Vale array'd beams beauty beneath bless Blest hour bliss bloom blossoms bower breast breath breeze bright calm charms Chili's dark dear death delight Dost E'en earth eternal eternal frame fading fair fix'd flower flower power form'd Fountain of eternal Foxglove fragrant gale gentle glory golden globe grace green Hail happy Villager Harebell hath heart heaven heavenly hope HOUR OF PRAYER humming bird lapwing leaves light Lily Lives the happy mighty heart mild mind morning mother nature's ne'er Nereids night nymph o'er orphan boy parterre poison'd praise pride rest rise round Sabbath sacred scene shade shed shine sight silent sing skies smile soft song soothing soul spirit spring star sweet tears thee thine thought thro thrush toil transient tree truth twas universe speak verdant vernal voice wild wintry woodlark youth
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Page 63 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death...
Page 49 - STAY, lady, stay, for mercy's sake. And hear a helpless orphan's tale ; Ah ! sure my looks must pity wake ; 'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. "Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And see the lighted windows...
Page 87 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Page 124 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Page 88 - Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend ; —This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 16 - When the dew wets its leaves ; unstain'd and pure, As is the lily, or the mountain snow. The modest virtues mingled in her eyes, Still on the ground dejected, darting all Their humid beams into the blooming...
Page 33 - No more by varying passions beat, O gently guide my pilgrim feet To find thy hermit cell ; "Where in some pure and equal sky, Beneath thy soft indulgent eye, The modest virtues dwelt.
Page 90 - On piety, humanity is built ; And, on humanity, much happiness ; And yet still more on piety itself. A soul in commerce with her God, is heaven ; Feels not the tumults and the shocks of life ; The whirls of passions, and the strokes of heart.
Page 98 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near.
Page 90 - Each branch of piety delight inspires: Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next, O'er death's dark gulf, and all its horror hides...