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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... hand bestows , To fwell the catalogue of human woes . SCOTT . SONNET , WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING . THE garlands fade that Spring fo lately wove , Each fimple flower which he had nurs'd in dew , Anemonies , that fpangled every grove ...
... hand bestows , To fwell the catalogue of human woes . SCOTT . SONNET , WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING . THE garlands fade that Spring fo lately wove , Each fimple flower which he had nurs'd in dew , Anemonies , that fpangled every grove ...
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... hands his wounds to bind , And charm his frantic woe : When first Distress with dagger keen , Broke forth to wafte his deftin'd fcene-- His wild unfated foe ! By Pella's Bard , a magic name , By all the griefs his thought could frame ...
... hands his wounds to bind , And charm his frantic woe : When first Distress with dagger keen , Broke forth to wafte his deftin'd fcene-- His wild unfated foe ! By Pella's Bard , a magic name , By all the griefs his thought could frame ...
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... hand , With each disastrous tale . There let me oft , retir'd by day , In dreams of paffion melt away , Allow'd with thee to dwell : ' There waste the mournful lamp of night , Till , virgin , thou again delight To hear a Britifh fhell ...
... hand , With each disastrous tale . There let me oft , retir'd by day , In dreams of paffion melt away , Allow'd with thee to dwell : ' There waste the mournful lamp of night , Till , virgin , thou again delight To hear a Britifh fhell ...
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... hand , or deck her hair , The flower most sweet , the nymph most fair . Breathe foft , ye winds ! be calm , ye skies ! Arife , ye flowery race , arife ! And hafte thy beauties to disclose , Queen of fragrance , lovely Rofe ! But thou ...
... hand , or deck her hair , The flower most sweet , the nymph most fair . Breathe foft , ye winds ! be calm , ye skies ! Arife , ye flowery race , arife ! And hafte thy beauties to disclose , Queen of fragrance , lovely Rofe ! But thou ...
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... hand , And fweet Benevolence's mild command , And bashful Modesty before it caft , A prudence , undeceiving , undeceiv'd ; That nor too little , nor too much believ'd : That fcorn'd unjust Suspicion's coward fear , And without weakness ...
... hand , And fweet Benevolence's mild command , And bashful Modesty before it caft , A prudence , undeceiving , undeceiv'd ; That nor too little , nor too much believ'd : That fcorn'd unjust Suspicion's coward fear , And without weakness ...
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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.