A garland of poems for the youngReligious Tract Society, 1847 - 96 страници |
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... E. S. R. A. 22 • THE HONEY TREE · · English Flora 24 HOME Anon . · 25 · CHRIST PRESENTED IN THE TEMPLE Logan . • 26 SPRING " WHAT IS THAT , MOTHER ? " Anon . • . . 27 Doane . 29 · PAGE WHERE DWELLETH GOD ? ON THE RECEIPT OF MY.
... E. S. R. A. 22 • THE HONEY TREE · · English Flora 24 HOME Anon . · 25 · CHRIST PRESENTED IN THE TEMPLE Logan . • 26 SPRING " WHAT IS THAT , MOTHER ? " Anon . • . . 27 Doane . 29 · PAGE WHERE DWELLETH GOD ? ON THE RECEIPT OF MY.
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Garland. PAGE WHERE DWELLETH GOD ? ON THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE OUT OF NORFOLK . SWEET LAVENDER . SPRING IS COMING • Anon . · · 30 * } Cowper • 32 1226 Strickland C. Toulmin · 36 · . . 37 THE FERN LEAVES THE SEA - SHORE . • Anon ...
Garland. PAGE WHERE DWELLETH GOD ? ON THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE OUT OF NORFOLK . SWEET LAVENDER . SPRING IS COMING • Anon . · · 30 * } Cowper • 32 1226 Strickland C. Toulmin · 36 · . . 37 THE FERN LEAVES THE SEA - SHORE . • Anon ...
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... mother's voice that spake ; " The wintry tempest doth loudly chide , But peace and joy shall with us abide : Oh cherish them for my sake . A common stock is our happiness here , Each heart must contribute its mite , The bliss to swell ...
... mother's voice that spake ; " The wintry tempest doth loudly chide , But peace and joy shall with us abide : Oh cherish them for my sake . A common stock is our happiness here , Each heart must contribute its mite , The bliss to swell ...
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... mother's sigh of tender care Went up in the shape of a wingèd prayer , And was heard upon his throne . L. H. SIGOURNEY . THE PEBBLE AND THE ACORN . " I AM a Pebble ! and yield to none ! " Were the swelling words of a tiny stone ...
... mother's sigh of tender care Went up in the shape of a wingèd prayer , And was heard upon his throne . L. H. SIGOURNEY . THE PEBBLE AND THE ACORN . " I AM a Pebble ! and yield to none ! " Were the swelling words of a tiny stone ...
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... MOTHER ? " " WHAT is that , mother ? " - " The lark , my child ! - The morn has but just look'd out , and smil'd , When he starts from his humble grassy nest , And is up and away , with the dew on his breast , And a hymn in his heart ...
... MOTHER ? " " WHAT is that , mother ? " - " The lark , my child ! - The morn has but just look'd out , and smil'd , When he starts from his humble grassy nest , And is up and away , with the dew on his breast , And a hymn in his heart ...
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ANON beam beauty birds blossom bosom bowers breast breath bright brightly brow busy Bee BUTTERFLY child churchyard clouds comes he comes-the comes-the Frost Spirit Conwy dark dead dear death delight doth dream dwell dwelleth dwelleth God earth fair FAKENHAM fear flowers Frost Spirit comes gentle goblin gone grace green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Holy Ground hour infant Jesus joyous Lark light little maid Little maiden look look'd Lord lov'd lyre maiden mother mountains nest never nigh night o'er pain pass'd peace Pebble praise pray prayer RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY rest rill rocks rose round Sabbath scene seraph shade shine sigh sing smile song sorrow soul Spring storm stream summer sweet SWEETBRIER tarn tell tempest tender thee thine thou art thou busy thought to-morrow toil tree voice warbling wert wing wrapp'd young
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Страница 57 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Страница 35 - Wouldst softly speak and stroke my head and smile — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart : the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Страница 34 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Страница 81 - You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." " Their graves are green, they may be seen...
Страница 56 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around...
Страница 80 - I met a little cottage girl, She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Страница 36 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Страница 81 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Страница 51 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Страница 9 - GOD might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all.