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Flowers of poetry, for young persons: a companion to miss Taylor's ..., Volume 1
Visualizzazione completa - 1835
Flowers of Poetry, for Young Persons: A Companion to Miss Taylor's ..., Volume 2
Anteprima non disponibile - 2015
beams beauty beneath bless Blest hour bliss bloom blossoms bower breast breath bright calm charms child Chili's dark dear death deep delight Dost e'en earth eternal eternal frame fading fair fix'd flower form'd Fountain of eternal Foxglove fragrant gale garden gentle glory glow-worm glowing golden globe grace green grief Hail Harebell Hast thou hath heart heaven heavenly hope humming bird leave light Lily lives mighty heart mild mind morning mother mother's pride nature's ne'er Nereids night nymph o'er orphan boy parterre peace poison'd praise pride rest rise round Sabbath sacred scene shade shed shine sigh sight sing skies smile song soothing soul spirit spring star summer sweet tears thee thine thought thro toil tree truth twas universe speak vale verdant vernal Virtue Vital spark voice wild wings wintry woodlark youth
Pagina 65 - 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...
Pagina 51 - 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...
Pagina 105 - 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...
Pagina 141 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Pagina 106 - 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.
Pagina 18 - 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...
Pagina 35 - 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.
Pagina 109 - 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.
Pagina 116 - 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.