The Nursery Garland: Being a Selection of Short, Classical Poems, Adapted to Very Early Youth; Respectfully Inscribed to the Mothers of Families |
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... tell ; Nor thou their meaning lays defpife , My charming Annabelle ! THE INVOCATION . TO MIRA , t THE faireft flower that fips the dew , And fheds the rich perfume , Than lovely Mira is less sweet , And lefs its beauteous bloom , The ...
... tell ; Nor thou their meaning lays defpife , My charming Annabelle ! THE INVOCATION . TO MIRA , t THE faireft flower that fips the dew , And fheds the rich perfume , Than lovely Mira is less sweet , And lefs its beauteous bloom , The ...
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... Tell where I lie . PORE . THE MORNING LARK , ANACREONTIC . FEATHER'd lyric ! warbling high , Sweetly gaining on the fky , Op'ning with thy matin lay ( Nature's hymn ! ) the eye of day , Teach my foul , on early wing , Thus to foar , and ...
... Tell where I lie . PORE . THE MORNING LARK , ANACREONTIC . FEATHER'd lyric ! warbling high , Sweetly gaining on the fky , Op'ning with thy matin lay ( Nature's hymn ! ) the eye of day , Teach my foul , on early wing , Thus to foar , and ...
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... Tell me , my foul , can this be Death ? The world recedes ; it difappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my cars With founds feraphic ring : Lend , lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O Grave ! where is thy victory ? O Death ! where is thy ...
... Tell me , my foul , can this be Death ? The world recedes ; it difappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my cars With founds feraphic ring : Lend , lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O Grave ! where is thy victory ? O Death ! where is thy ...
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... tell us what is to befal , Can't prophefy themselves at all . ) The morning came , when neighbour Hodge , Who long had mark'd his airy lodge , And deftin'd all the treasure there A gift to his expecting fair , Clim'd , like a fquirrel ...
... tell us what is to befal , Can't prophefy themselves at all . ) The morning came , when neighbour Hodge , Who long had mark'd his airy lodge , And deftin'd all the treasure there A gift to his expecting fair , Clim'd , like a fquirrel ...
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... hamlet doft thou joy To tell thy tender tale ?. The lowlieft children of the ground ,; Mofs - rofe , and violet bloffom round , And lily of the vale , ✪ say what soft propitious hour I best may choose 94 THE NURSERY GARLAND .
... hamlet doft thou joy To tell thy tender tale ?. The lowlieft children of the ground ,; Mofs - rofe , and violet bloffom round , And lily of the vale , ✪ say what soft propitious hour I best may choose 94 THE NURSERY GARLAND .
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ANWYLL beams beauty Belfield beſt blaſt bleffings bleft blifs bloom bofom breaſt breath caft canker-worm charms Churchill crown'd darkneſs dear delight dwell earth EDMUND EDWARD Elinor eternal ev'ry facred fafe fair fame fate fcene fear feek feems ferene fhade fhall fhine fhould figh filent fing fleep flower fmile foft fome fong foon foothe forrow foul ftar ftill ftore ftrain ftream fuch fupply furveys fweet glory grace hand happy heart Heaven hour Howard marks lefs light mind Miss Onslow misty mountains moffy morn mourn Mufe MYLO night nymph o'er paffions peace pity pleaſe pleaſure poor pow'r praiſe pride purſue rife rill rofe round ſhade ſhall ſhare ſkies ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread Spring ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thou thouſand thro toil treaſure truth vale Virtue wakeful eye Whofe Wiſdom youth
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Page 159 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Page 103 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Page 158 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 158 - Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven, On earth join, all ye creatures, to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 89 - It is a period nowhere to be found In all the hoary registers of time, Unless perchance in the fool's calendar. Wisdom disclaims the word, nor" holds society With those who own it.
Page 93 - How fair is the Rose ! what a beautiful flower ! The glory of April and May : But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day. Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to boast, Above all the flowers of the field ! When its leaves are all dead and...
Page 116 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ; Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been.
Page 13 - I HATE that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round : To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields, And lures from cities and from fields, To sell their liberty for charms Of tawdry lace and glittering arms ; And when Ambition's voice commands, To march, and fight, and fall in foreign lands.
Page 121 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Page 115 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.