Flowers of poetry, for young persons: a companion to miss Taylor's Original poems. 2vols, Volume 21835 |
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... shed The water o'er him , his rich plumes to lave ; The beautiful widgeon , springing upward , spread His clapping wings ; the heron , stalking grave Into the stream ; the coot and water - hen Vanish into the flood , then , far off ...
... shed The water o'er him , his rich plumes to lave ; The beautiful widgeon , springing upward , spread His clapping wings ; the heron , stalking grave Into the stream ; the coot and water - hen Vanish into the flood , then , far off ...
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... round you shed , Yourselves the while retiring from the eye , Yet loading with your sweets each breeze that passes by . And you , -in gay variety that grace , In 24 FLOWERS OF POETRY , The Dog and the Water Lily By Cowper.
... round you shed , Yourselves the while retiring from the eye , Yet loading with your sweets each breeze that passes by . And you , -in gay variety that grace , In 24 FLOWERS OF POETRY , The Dog and the Water Lily By Cowper.
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... shed your tints of golden dye , On which the morning sunbeams love to rest , -- On which , when glory gilds the glowing west , The parting splendours of the day's decline , With fascination to the heart address'd , So tenderly and ...
... shed your tints of golden dye , On which the morning sunbeams love to rest , -- On which , when glory gilds the glowing west , The parting splendours of the day's decline , With fascination to the heart address'd , So tenderly and ...
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... Autumn , friendly to the Muse , Shall thy own modest tints diffuse , And shed thy milder ray ? When Eve , her dewy star beneath , Thy balmy spirit loves to breathe , And ev'ry storm is laid ? If such an hour 34 FLOWERS OF POETRY ,
... Autumn , friendly to the Muse , Shall thy own modest tints diffuse , And shed thy milder ray ? When Eve , her dewy star beneath , Thy balmy spirit loves to breathe , And ev'ry storm is laid ? If such an hour 34 FLOWERS OF POETRY ,
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... shed Gloom or glory round thy head ; Morn impearl thy leaves with dews , Evening lend them rosy hues ; Morn with snow - white splendour bless , Night with glow - worm jewels dress : Thus fulfil thy summer - day , Spring , and flourish ...
... shed Gloom or glory round thy head ; Morn impearl thy leaves with dews , Evening lend them rosy hues ; Morn with snow - white splendour bless , Night with glow - worm jewels dress : Thus fulfil thy summer - day , Spring , and flourish ...
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Page 63 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death...
Page 49 - STAY, lady, stay, for mercy's sake. And hear a helpless orphan's tale ; Ah ! sure my looks must pity wake ; 'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. "Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And see the lighted windows...
Page 87 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Page 124 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Page 88 - Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend ; —This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 16 - When the dew wets its leaves ; unstain'd and pure, As is the lily, or the mountain snow. The modest virtues mingled in her eyes, Still on the ground dejected, darting all Their humid beams into the blooming...
Page 33 - No more by varying passions beat, O gently guide my pilgrim feet To find thy hermit cell ; "Where in some pure and equal sky, Beneath thy soft indulgent eye, The modest virtues dwelt.
Page 90 - On piety, humanity is built ; And, on humanity, much happiness ; And yet still more on piety itself. A soul in commerce with her God, is heaven ; Feels not the tumults and the shocks of life ; The whirls of passions, and the strokes of heart.
Page 98 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near.
Page 90 - Each branch of piety delight inspires: Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next, O'er death's dark gulf, and all its horror hides...