A garland of poems for the youngReligious Tract Society, 1847 - 96 páginas |
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... have drunk them all . Then wherefore , wherefore were they made , All dyed with rainbow light , All fashion'd with supremest grace , Upspringing day and night ; - Springing in valleys green and low , And on the B 3 THE USE OF FLOWERS.
... have drunk them all . Then wherefore , wherefore were they made , All dyed with rainbow light , All fashion'd with supremest grace , Upspringing day and night ; - Springing in valleys green and low , And on the B 3 THE USE OF FLOWERS.
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... grace That spaniel found for me , ) Now wanton'd lost in flags and reeds , Now starting into sight , Pursued the swallow o'er the meads With scarce a slower flight . * Sir Robert Gunning's daughters . It was the time when Ouse display'd ...
... grace That spaniel found for me , ) Now wanton'd lost in flags and reeds , Now starting into sight , Pursued the swallow o'er the meads With scarce a slower flight . * Sir Robert Gunning's daughters . It was the time when Ouse display'd ...
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... rt seen In simple touching grace ; And in the garden of the queen , ' Midst costly plants and blossoms sheen , Thou also hast a place . The rose , with bright and peerless bloom , Attracted 36 A GARLAND OF POEMS . SWEET LAVENDER.
... rt seen In simple touching grace ; And in the garden of the queen , ' Midst costly plants and blossoms sheen , Thou also hast a place . The rose , with bright and peerless bloom , Attracted 36 A GARLAND OF POEMS . SWEET LAVENDER.
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... grace an overflowing tide . In every object here I see Something , my heart , that points at thee , Hard as the rocks that bound the strand , Unfruitful as the barren sand , Deep and deceitful as the ocean ,. And , like the tides , in ...
... grace an overflowing tide . In every object here I see Something , my heart , that points at thee , Hard as the rocks that bound the strand , Unfruitful as the barren sand , Deep and deceitful as the ocean ,. And , like the tides , in ...
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... grace to find ? Ah , yes ! my father is a friend I ever must revere ; And , if I could but cease to love , - His virtues I would fear . MARGARET DAVIDSON . THE FAKENHAM GHOST THE lawns were dry in Euston park ; ( Here truth inspires my ...
... grace to find ? Ah , yes ! my father is a friend I ever must revere ; And , if I could but cease to love , - His virtues I would fear . MARGARET DAVIDSON . THE FAKENHAM GHOST THE lawns were dry in Euston park ; ( Here truth inspires my ...
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ANON beam beauty birds blossom bosom bowers breast breath bright brightly brow busy Bee BUTTERFLY child churchyard clouds comes he comes-the comes-the Frost Spirit Conwy dark dead dear death delight doth dream dwell dwelleth dwelleth God earth fair FAKENHAM fear flowers Frost Spirit comes gentle goblin gone grace green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Holy Ground hour infant Jesus joyous Lark light little maid Little maiden look look'd Lord lov'd lyre maiden mother mountains nest never nigh night o'er pain pass'd peace Pebble praise pray prayer RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY rest rill rocks rose round Sabbath scene seraph shade shine sigh sing smile song sorrow soul Spring storm stream summer sweet SWEETBRIER tarn tell tempest tender thee thine thou art thou busy thought to-morrow toil tree voice warbling wert wing wrapp'd young
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Página 57 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Página 35 - Wouldst softly speak and stroke my head and smile — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart : the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Página 34 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Página 81 - You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." " Their graves are green, they may be seen...
Página 56 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around...
Página 80 - I met a little cottage girl, She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Página 36 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Página 81 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 51 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Página 9 - GOD might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all.