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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... fair one , types of thee . Mark , my Polly , how the rofes Emulate thy damask cheek How the bud its fweets difclofes- Buds thy opening bloom befpeak . Lilies are by plain direction Emblems of a double kind ; Emblems of thy fair ...
... fair one , types of thee . Mark , my Polly , how the rofes Emulate thy damask cheek How the bud its fweets difclofes- Buds thy opening bloom befpeak . Lilies are by plain direction Emblems of a double kind ; Emblems of thy fair ...
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... linger in the dell , Or purple orchis variegate the plain , ' Till Spring again fhall call forth every bell , And drefs with humid hand her wreaths again . C Ah ! poor humanity ! fo frail , fo fair THE NURSERY GARLAND . 13.
... linger in the dell , Or purple orchis variegate the plain , ' Till Spring again fhall call forth every bell , And drefs with humid hand her wreaths again . C Ah ! poor humanity ! fo frail , fo fair THE NURSERY GARLAND . 13.
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... fair , Are the fond vifions of thy early day , ' Till tyrant Paffion , and corrofive Care , Bid all thy fairy colours fade away ! Another May new buds and flow'rs shall bring ; Ah ! why has happiness no fecond Spring ?. MRS . C. SMITH ...
... fair , Are the fond vifions of thy early day , ' Till tyrant Paffion , and corrofive Care , Bid all thy fairy colours fade away ! Another May new buds and flow'rs shall bring ; Ah ! why has happiness no fecond Spring ?. MRS . C. SMITH ...
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... fair traveller's come to the west , His rays are all gold , and his beauties are best ; He paints the sky gay as he finks to his reft , And foretells a bright rifing again . Juft fuch is the Chriftian : his courfe he begins , Like the ...
... fair traveller's come to the west , His rays are all gold , and his beauties are best ; He paints the sky gay as he finks to his reft , And foretells a bright rifing again . Juft fuch is the Chriftian : his courfe he begins , Like the ...
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... fair - one's feet./ That if by chance the gentle maid My fragrance fhould admires I may , upon ber bofom laid , In fifter's sweets expire . « ^ , s CUNNINGHAM . ON A SHADOW . AN ODE . HOW are deluded human kind By empty shows betray'd ...
... fair - one's feet./ That if by chance the gentle maid My fragrance fhould admires I may , upon ber bofom laid , In fifter's sweets expire . « ^ , s CUNNINGHAM . ON A SHADOW . AN ODE . HOW are deluded human kind By empty shows betray'd ...
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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.