The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four PartsC. Scribner, 1868 |
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... says the duck , " Was there ever such good luck ? Spring has cleared this pond of ice By her magic , in a trice , Just as Goodman Drake and I Its smooth surface wished to try . " III . CRADLE HYMN . HUSH , my dear , 10 THE SCHOOL - GIRL'S.
... says the duck , " Was there ever such good luck ? Spring has cleared this pond of ice By her magic , in a trice , Just as Goodman Drake and I Its smooth surface wished to try . " III . CRADLE HYMN . HUSH , my dear , 10 THE SCHOOL - GIRL'S.
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... dear , lie still and slumber ; Holy angels guard thy bed ; Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head . Sleep , my babe , thy food and raiment , House and home , thy friends provide ; And without thy care , or payment ...
... dear , lie still and slumber ; Holy angels guard thy bed ; Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head . Sleep , my babe , thy food and raiment , House and home , thy friends provide ; And without thy care , or payment ...
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... dear from burning flame , Bitter groans and endless crying , That thy blest Redeemer came . May'st thou live to know and fear him , Trust and love him all thy days ; Then go dwell for ever near him , See his face , and sing his praise ...
... dear from burning flame , Bitter groans and endless crying , That thy blest Redeemer came . May'st thou live to know and fear him , Trust and love him all thy days ; Then go dwell for ever near him , See his face , and sing his praise ...
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... dear Ann , will view , In the garden now so white , The yellow cowslip , violet blue , And daffodil so bright . " V. KINDNESS TO ANIMALS . LIKE little pussy , her coat is so warm , And if I don't hurt her , she ' ll do me no harm ; So I ...
... dear Ann , will view , In the garden now so white , The yellow cowslip , violet blue , And daffodil so bright . " V. KINDNESS TO ANIMALS . LIKE little pussy , her coat is so warm , And if I don't hurt her , she ' ll do me no harm ; So I ...
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... Dear grandmamma to see . The day is bright , and away we go As swift as swift can be , Over the smoothly trodden snow , Dear grandmamma to see . And look , do look , for there she stands , Aunt Mary by her side , To welcome us with ...
... Dear grandmamma to see . The day is bright , and away we go As swift as swift can be , Over the smoothly trodden snow , Dear grandmamma to see . And look , do look , for there she stands , Aunt Mary by her side , To welcome us with ...
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Страница 51 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts ; — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Страница 275 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send ; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gained from Heaven ('t was all he wished) a friend.
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Страница 54 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Страница 202 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Страница 331 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Страница 264 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Страница 221 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
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