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Flowers of Poetry, for Young Persons: A Companion to Miss Taylor's ..., Volume 2
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appear beauty Beneath birds bloom breath bright bring brother busy changes charms cheerful clouds dark dear divine dwell early earth earthly fade fair fear feels fields flowers friendship gales give grace grave green grow hand happy head heart heaven hill hope infant leaves life's light live Lord mark memory mind morning native Nature Nature's never night o'er o’er pain pass peace plain plant pleasure praise Reason rest rise roses round sacred scene seen shade shed shining sigh sing smiling soft song soon soothe sorrow soul spirit Spring star steps storms summer sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought trace tree truth various virtue voice wild wing young youth
Page 31 - Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. 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.
Page 90 - Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little Maid replied, " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them.
Page 30 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ; Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sit'st above these Heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 88 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 31 - 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.
Page 83 - Sweet drop of pure and pearly light ! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Page 87 - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
Page 71 - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring: I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Page 91 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?