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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... meffenger of fpring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural feat , And woods thy welcome fing . What time the daify decks the green , Thy certain THE NURSERY GARLAND . To a Little Girl Ode to the Cuckow The Rose-Bud The Narcissus Page.
... meffenger of fpring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural feat , And woods thy welcome fing . What time the daify decks the green , Thy certain THE NURSERY GARLAND . To a Little Girl Ode to the Cuckow The Rose-Bud The Narcissus Page.
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... fings to thee ! Oh , let me pierce thy fecret cell ! And in thy deep receffes dwell ; Perhaps from Norwood's oak - clad hill , When Meditation has her fill , I just may caft my careless eyes Where London's fpiry turrets rife , Think of ...
... fings to thee ! Oh , let me pierce thy fecret cell ! And in thy deep receffes dwell ; Perhaps from Norwood's oak - clad hill , When Meditation has her fill , I just may caft my careless eyes Where London's fpiry turrets rife , Think of ...
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... fing . While the bloom of orient light Gilds thee in thy tuneful flight , May the day - fpring from on high , Seen by Faith's religious eye , Chear me with his vital ray , Promise of eternal day ! THOMSON . A SUMMER EVENING . HOW fine ...
... fing . While the bloom of orient light Gilds thee in thy tuneful flight , May the day - fpring from on high , Seen by Faith's religious eye , Chear me with his vital ray , Promise of eternal day ! THOMSON . A SUMMER EVENING . HOW fine ...
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... Here freely hop from spray to spray , Or weave the moffy neft ; Here rove and fing the live - long day , At night here fweetly reft , Amidft this cool , translucent rill , That trickles down 58 THE NURSERY GARLAND . Cunningham.
... Here freely hop from spray to spray , Or weave the moffy neft ; Here rove and fing the live - long day , At night here fweetly reft , Amidft this cool , translucent rill , That trickles down 58 THE NURSERY GARLAND . Cunningham.
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... fings ; The goldfinch dreads no flimy fnares , To clog her painted wings . Sad Philomel ! ah , quit thy haunt , Yon diftant woods among , And round my friendly grotto chaunt Thy fweetly plaintive fong . Let not the harmlefs redbreaft ...
... fings ; The goldfinch dreads no flimy fnares , To clog her painted wings . Sad Philomel ! ah , quit thy haunt , Yon diftant woods among , And round my friendly grotto chaunt Thy fweetly plaintive fong . Let not the harmlefs redbreaft ...
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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.