Flowers of poetry, for young persons: a companion to miss Taylor's Original poems. 2vols, Volume 21835 |
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... heavens the glory of God declare , But louder than the voice beneath , above , He is heard to speak through a Mother's love ! II . RURAL PLEASURES . HERE happy would they stray 8 FLOWERS OF POETRY , Flowers By Bernard Barton.
... heavens the glory of God declare , But louder than the voice beneath , above , He is heard to speak through a Mother's love ! II . RURAL PLEASURES . HERE happy would they stray 8 FLOWERS OF POETRY , Flowers By Bernard Barton.
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... Heavens , and spann'd this solid Earth , Before whose glory day's proud light is dim , And Art's achievements , if not food for mirth , Display at best its barrenness and dearth , - You , too , instruct us , and with " line on line ...
... Heavens , and spann'd this solid Earth , Before whose glory day's proud light is dim , And Art's achievements , if not food for mirth , Display at best its barrenness and dearth , - You , too , instruct us , and with " line on line ...
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... heavenly goodness thus for them provide , Which bloom to - day , and wither on the mor- row , Shall not your wants be from your God supplied , Without your vain anxiety and sorrow , O ye of little faith ! -from these a lesson bor- row ...
... heavenly goodness thus for them provide , Which bloom to - day , and wither on the mor- row , Shall not your wants be from your God supplied , Without your vain anxiety and sorrow , O ye of little faith ! -from these a lesson bor- row ...
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... heavenly mould ; It rises fair , and buds ; but ne'er is known To blossom well , the climate is so cold . O may my erring wishes learn to rise Beyond the transient bliss that earth bestows ! Stretch forth , my wings , to gain my native ...
... heavenly mould ; It rises fair , and buds ; but ne'er is known To blossom well , the climate is so cold . O may my erring wishes learn to rise Beyond the transient bliss that earth bestows ! Stretch forth , my wings , to gain my native ...
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... Heavenly Father , grant me this ; Grant it all , as well as me , All whose hearts are fix'd on thee ; Who revere thy Son above , Who thy sacred Spirit love ! XXVI . THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL . VITAL 62 FLOWERS OF POETRY ,
... Heavenly Father , grant me this ; Grant it all , as well as me , All whose hearts are fix'd on thee ; Who revere thy Son above , Who thy sacred Spirit love ! XXVI . THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL . VITAL 62 FLOWERS OF POETRY ,
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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...