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 страници |
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... Respectfully Inscribed to the Mothers of Families W. M.. HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY HARVARDIANS ISTO ET VE RI TAS CCLESIAE IN NOV ANG THE GIFT OF EDWARD PERCIVAL MERRITT OF BOSTON Class of 1882 2 Orvester Comberts ena the p schreite Juu ...
... Respectfully Inscribed to the Mothers of Families W. M.. HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY HARVARDIANS ISTO ET VE RI TAS CCLESIAE IN NOV ANG THE GIFT OF EDWARD PERCIVAL MERRITT OF BOSTON Class of 1882 2 Orvester Comberts ena the p schreite Juu ...
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... E. NEW- BERY ) AT THE JUVENILE LIBRARY , CORNER OF ST . PAUL'S CHURCH - YARD , AND VER- NOR AND HOOD , IN THE POULTRY . By J. Crowder and E. Hemited , Warwick - Square . HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY GIFT OF EDWARD PERCIVAL MERRITT MAY 21. 1801 .
... E. NEW- BERY ) AT THE JUVENILE LIBRARY , CORNER OF ST . PAUL'S CHURCH - YARD , AND VER- NOR AND HOOD , IN THE POULTRY . By J. Crowder and E. Hemited , Warwick - Square . HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY GIFT OF EDWARD PERCIVAL MERRITT MAY 21. 1801 .
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... Adapted to Very Early Youth; Respectfully Inscribed to the Mothers of Families W. M.. HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY GIFT OF EDWARD PERCIVAL MERRITT MAY 21. 1923 С .. ADVERTISEMENT . WITH every due fenfe of the value of Jur 801.18.
... Adapted to Very Early Youth; Respectfully Inscribed to the Mothers of Families W. M.. HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY GIFT OF EDWARD PERCIVAL MERRITT MAY 21. 1923 С .. ADVERTISEMENT . WITH every due fenfe of the value of Jur 801.18.
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... EDWARD AN WYLL . I like " Hoist every sail to the breeze ; " ' tis a pretty song , and will suit us , I think : do you know it , Miss Belfield ; Sophia and Charlotte can sing it if they will . ELINOR . I don't know the song , but ...
... EDWARD AN WYLL . I like " Hoist every sail to the breeze ; " ' tis a pretty song , and will suit us , I think : do you know it , Miss Belfield ; Sophia and Charlotte can sing it if they will . ELINOR . I don't know the song , but ...
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... EDWARD ANWYLL , with a smile . You are warm , a little or so , my young Sir . Lend me your flute , and I will shew you how to play that tune . GEORGE . No , I never lend my flute . * EDWARD . I don't want your flute - it is not so ...
... EDWARD ANWYLL , with a smile . You are warm , a little or so , my young Sir . Lend me your flute , and I will shew you how to play that tune . GEORGE . No , I never lend my flute . * EDWARD . I don't want your flute - it is not so ...
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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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Страница 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.
Страница 103 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 115 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.