Flowers of poetry, for young persons: a companion to miss Taylor's Original poems. 2vols, Volume 21835 |
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... 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 flowers ; Or when the mournful tale her mother ...
... 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 flowers ; Or when the mournful tale her mother ...
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... leaves their food diffuse : Peculiar pores peculiar juice receive , To this deny , to that admittance give . -Hence various trees their various fruits produce , Some for delightful taste , and some for use . Hence sprouting plants ...
... leaves their food diffuse : Peculiar pores peculiar juice receive , To this deny , to that admittance give . -Hence various trees their various fruits produce , Some for delightful taste , and some for use . Hence sprouting plants ...
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... 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 grassy ground , There was beauty above me , beneath , and around ...
... 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 grassy ground , There was beauty above me , beneath , and around ...
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... leaves as they flew : - Yes , he has been ; but now - alas ! what is he now ? The rays of the morning still shine on the tree , And evening still waters the trunk with her tears ; The wild flower and wheat - sheaf around it we see , But ...
... leaves as they flew : - Yes , he has been ; but now - alas ! what is he now ? The rays of the morning still shine on the tree , And evening still waters the trunk with her tears ; The wild flower and wheat - sheaf around it we see , But ...
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... leaves , That with their rich variety of hues Make yonder forest in the slanting sun So beautiful , in you awake the thought Of winter , cold , drear winter , -when these trees Each like a fleshless skeleton shall stretch Its bare brown ...
... leaves , That with their rich variety of hues Make yonder forest in the slanting sun So beautiful , in you awake the thought Of winter , cold , drear winter , -when these trees Each like a fleshless skeleton shall stretch Its bare brown ...
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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...