The Nursery Garland: Being a Selection of Short, Classical Poems, Adapted to Very Early Youth; Respectfully Inscribed to the Mothers of FamiliesJ. Harris, 1801 - 172 páginas |
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... Teach me to look with candour's modelt eye , Prone to abfolve , while ftill the last to blame : Teach me to heave the fympathetic figh , And fpare " the blufhes of ingenuous shame . " To think no ill to dare no cruel deed --- In one ...
... Teach me to look with candour's modelt eye , Prone to abfolve , while ftill the last to blame : Teach me to heave the fympathetic figh , And fpare " the blufhes of ingenuous shame . " To think no ill to dare no cruel deed --- In one ...
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... Teach my foul , on early wing , Thus to foar , and thus to fing . While the bloom of orient light Gilds thee in thy tuneful flight , May the day - fpring from on high , Seen by Faith's religious eye , Chear me with his vital ray ...
... Teach my foul , on early wing , Thus to foar , and thus to fing . While the bloom of orient light Gilds thee in thy tuneful flight , May the day - fpring from on high , Seen by Faith's religious eye , Chear me with his vital ray ...
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... teach them how to roll , And fink the body , but to raise the soul ; - To raife it , bear it to mysterious day , Nor want an angel to direct the way ! -- THOMSON . HYMN TO THE RISING SUN . FROM the red wave , rising bright , Lift on ...
... teach them how to roll , And fink the body , but to raise the soul ; - To raife it , bear it to mysterious day , Nor want an angel to direct the way ! -- THOMSON . HYMN TO THE RISING SUN . FROM the red wave , rising bright , Lift on ...
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... teach both conj'rors and old women To 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 ...
... teach both conj'rors and old women To 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 ...
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... teach me due returns to give , And to thy glory let me live ; And then my days fhall fine the more , Or pass more bleffed than before . PARNELL . HYMN FOR EVENING . THE beam repelling mifts arise , And Evening fpreads obfcurer skies ...
... teach me due returns to give , And to thy glory let me live ; And then my days fhall fine the more , Or pass more bleffed than before . PARNELL . HYMN FOR EVENING . THE beam repelling mifts arise , And Evening fpreads obfcurer skies ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 103 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 115 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.