The Nursery Garland: Being a Selection of Short, Classical Poems, Adapted to Very Early Youth; Respectfully Inscribed to the Mothers of Families |
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... blefs me with an honest mind , Above all felfish ends ; Humanely warm to all mankind , And cordial to my friends . With confcious truth and honour ftill My actions let me guide ; And give no fear but that of ill , No fcorn but that of ...
... blefs me with an honest mind , Above all felfish ends ; Humanely warm to all mankind , And cordial to my friends . With confcious truth and honour ftill My actions let me guide ; And give no fear but that of ill , No fcorn but that of ...
Page 92
... blefs your ftore . Moss MAY MORNING , NOW the bright morning ftar , day's harbinger , Comes dancing from the eaft , and leads with her The flow'ry May , who from her green lap throws The yellow cowflip , and the pale primrose . Hail ...
... blefs your ftore . Moss MAY MORNING , NOW the bright morning ftar , day's harbinger , Comes dancing from the eaft , and leads with her The flow'ry May , who from her green lap throws The yellow cowflip , and the pale primrose . Hail ...
Page 93
... blefs my longing fight ; Thy mien compos'd , thy even pace , Thy meek regard , thy matron grace , And chaste fubdu'd delight . No more by varying paffions beat , O gently guide my pilgrim feet To find thy hermit - cell ; Where in fome ...
... blefs my longing fight ; Thy mien compos'd , thy even pace , Thy meek regard , thy matron grace , And chaste fubdu'd delight . No more by varying paffions beat , O gently guide my pilgrim feet To find thy hermit - cell ; Where in fome ...
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... blefs . : 1 But ah ! my breast is human fill- The rifing figh , the falling tear , My languid vitals ' feeble rill The fickness of my foul declare . But yet with fortitude refign'd , I'll thank th ' Inflicter of the blow ; Forbid the ...
... blefs . : 1 But ah ! my breast is human fill- The rifing figh , the falling tear , My languid vitals ' feeble rill The fickness of my foul declare . But yet with fortitude refign'd , I'll thank th ' Inflicter of the blow ; Forbid the ...
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... the eye , When rigid fate denies the pow'r to blefs . Not all the fweets Arabia's gales convey From flow'ry meads , can with that figh compare : Not dew - drops glitt'ring in the morning ray , 02 THE NURSERY GARLAND . 147.
... the eye , When rigid fate denies the pow'r to blefs . Not all the fweets Arabia's gales convey From flow'ry meads , can with that figh compare : Not dew - drops glitt'ring in the morning ray , 02 THE NURSERY GARLAND . 147.
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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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Page 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.
Page 103 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 115 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.