A Garland of PoetryA. Holroyd, 1873 - 198 páginas |
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... sweet Bolton - precious relic rare Of Eden , that delights the Pilgrim's eye , As on his way to Heaven he lifts his heart in prayer ; You love all these , and so you know do I . " - Page 183 . A GARLAND OF POETRY ; BY YORKSHIRE AUTHORS , ...
... sweet Bolton - precious relic rare Of Eden , that delights the Pilgrim's eye , As on his way to Heaven he lifts his heart in prayer ; You love all these , and so you know do I . " - Page 183 . A GARLAND OF POETRY ; BY YORKSHIRE AUTHORS , ...
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... delighted lives ; And garlands thy sweet banks , Through all her sunny reign , With sweetest , freshest leaves . Often at close of day , And in the cheerful light of dewy morn , We've loiter'd on our way , That led through meadows green ...
... delighted lives ; And garlands thy sweet banks , Through all her sunny reign , With sweetest , freshest leaves . Often at close of day , And in the cheerful light of dewy morn , We've loiter'd on our way , That led through meadows green ...
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... delight to compare old Dee with sweet Aire , And the dangling green birch that adorn their braes . While the joys of the past in fond memory shall last , Yet I ne'er shall let fall the disconsolate tear ; For here , as in youth , I find ...
... delight to compare old Dee with sweet Aire , And the dangling green birch that adorn their braes . While the joys of the past in fond memory shall last , Yet I ne'er shall let fall the disconsolate tear ; For here , as in youth , I find ...
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... delight Nature's pure breeze - bath ! and enjoy her boon Where the dew fountains everywhere invite ; For morn is health's bright harvest , where she reaps Heaven's richest gifts , while sloth supinely sleeps . NOON . Oh for the forest ...
... delight Nature's pure breeze - bath ! and enjoy her boon Where the dew fountains everywhere invite ; For morn is health's bright harvest , where she reaps Heaven's richest gifts , while sloth supinely sleeps . NOON . Oh for the forest ...
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... delights ? Endearing days for ever flown , And tranquil nights ? O live ! and deeply cherish still The sweet remembrance of the past : Rely on Heaven's unchanging will For peace at last . Art thou a wanderer ? Hast thou seen O ...
... delights ? Endearing days for ever flown , And tranquil nights ? O live ! and deeply cherish still The sweet remembrance of the past : Rely on Heaven's unchanging will For peace at last . Art thou a wanderer ? Hast thou seen O ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ANDREW MARVELL BARNABE BARNES Barnsley beauty beneath bilberry birds bless blest bliss bloom born Bradford breast bright brow CHARLOTTE BRONTE cheer dark dear death deep delight doth dream e'er earth eternal eyes fair flowers gentle GEORGE SANDYS gloamin golden grave green happy hast hath heart heaven hills hope John Nicholson Keighley Kirkley hall lass Leeds life's light live lone Lord Mary mild ale milkin-time morning muse ne'er neath never night o'er peace poems poor praise prayer REGINALD HEBER rest rill ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH Saltaire shade shine shoo sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stream sweet tears Tha'rt thee thine Thomas THOMAS WARTON thou art thoughts tree vale voice wandered weary weep wesh wild winds wings woods Yorkshire youth
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Página 11 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Página 24 - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere : I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity ! Life — that in me has rest, As I — undying Life — have power in thee...
Página 115 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Página 10 - While all the flowers and trees do close To weave the garlands of repose! Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Página 21 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice. With cedars chosen by His hand From Lebanon He stores the land; And makes the hollow seas that roar Proclaim the ambergris on shore.
Página 182 - From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of GOD are strewn ; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
Página 182 - Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore him in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all.
Página 182 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Página 21 - What should we do but sing His praise That led us through the watery maze Unto an isle so long unknown, And yet far kinder than our own? Where He the huge sea-monsters wracks That lift the deep upon their backs, He lands us on a grassy stage, Safe from the storms' and prelates
Página 182 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.