Flowers of poetry, for young persons: a companion to miss Taylor's Original poems. 2vols, Volume 21835 |
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... Praise for the Goodness of God . Williams • 53. Lambs . By Bloomfield 54. A Wish . By Rogers · 55. Nature . By Allan Cunningham 56. To a Glow - Worm . Anonymous 57. The Tulip . By S. H. · · • 111 • 112 114 115 117 119 · • 120 122 · 124 ...
... Praise for the Goodness of God . Williams • 53. Lambs . By Bloomfield 54. A Wish . By Rogers · 55. Nature . By Allan Cunningham 56. To a Glow - Worm . Anonymous 57. The Tulip . By S. H. · · • 111 • 112 114 115 117 119 · • 120 122 · 124 ...
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... - sung , Whose meek supremacy has been alway Confess'd in many a clime , and many a tongue , And in whose praise the harp of many a bard has rung ? Mine is unworthy such a lovely theme ; Yet could D 2 FOR YOUNG PERSONS . 27.
... - sung , Whose meek supremacy has been alway Confess'd in many a clime , and many a tongue , And in whose praise the harp of many a bard has rung ? Mine is unworthy such a lovely theme ; Yet could D 2 FOR YOUNG PERSONS . 27.
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... praises by the moon's pale beam , ( As Fancy's graceful legends have averr'd , ) Those thrilling harmonies at midnight heard , With sounds of flowing waters , -not in vain Should the loose strings of my rude harp be stirr'd By ...
... praises by the moon's pale beam , ( As Fancy's graceful legends have averr'd , ) Those thrilling harmonies at midnight heard , With sounds of flowing waters , -not in vain Should the loose strings of my rude harp be stirr'd By ...
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... . And when my hours of prayer are past , Oh ! may I leave these Sabbath days , To find eternity at last A never - ending hour of praise . XVI . THE LILY . ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY FOR YOUNG PERSONS . 43 A Pastoral Song By H K White.
... . And when my hours of prayer are past , Oh ! may I leave these Sabbath days , To find eternity at last A never - ending hour of praise . XVI . THE LILY . ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY FOR YOUNG PERSONS . 43 A Pastoral Song By H K White.
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... the transient bliss that earth bestows ! Stretch forth , my wings , to gain my native skies ! There happiness in full perfection grows . XXI . FIELD FLOWERS . YE field flowers ! the 52 FLOWERS OF POETRY , Praise for the Goodness of ...
... the transient bliss that earth bestows ! Stretch forth , my wings , to gain my native skies ! There happiness in full perfection grows . XXI . FIELD FLOWERS . YE field flowers ! the 52 FLOWERS OF POETRY , Praise for the Goodness of ...
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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...