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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... ; Who hates the finner's path , and fears The road that leads to hell . T When we devote our youth to God , ' Tis THE NURSERY GARLAND . Duty to God and our Neighbour Love between Brothers and Sisters The Advantages of Early Religion.
... ; Who hates the finner's path , and fears The road that leads to hell . T When we devote our youth to God , ' Tis THE NURSERY GARLAND . Duty to God and our Neighbour Love between Brothers and Sisters The Advantages of Early Religion.
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... path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful vifitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers , And hear the found of mufic fweet From birds among the bowers . The school - boy wand'ring thro ' the wood To pull the primrose gay , Starts ...
... path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful vifitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers , And hear the found of mufic fweet From birds among the bowers . The school - boy wand'ring thro ' the wood To pull the primrose gay , Starts ...
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... path that conducts thee to splendor again : " But man's faded glory no change shall renew : " Ah , fool ! to exult in a glory so vain ! ' Tis night , and the landfcape is lovely no more : " I mourn ; but , ye woodlands , I mourn not for ...
... path that conducts thee to splendor again : " But man's faded glory no change shall renew : " Ah , fool ! to exult in a glory so vain ! ' Tis night , and the landfcape is lovely no more : " I mourn ; but , ye woodlands , I mourn not for ...
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... path - divided dale , Mark the rofe - complexion'd lass With her well - pois'd milking pail . Linnets , with unnumber'd notes , And the cuckoo bird with two , Tuning fweet their mellow throats , Bid the fetting fun adieu , CUNNINGHAM ...
... path - divided dale , Mark the rofe - complexion'd lass With her well - pois'd milking pail . Linnets , with unnumber'd notes , And the cuckoo bird with two , Tuning fweet their mellow throats , Bid the fetting fun adieu , CUNNINGHAM ...
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... let luxury refide , " I must be found in fome fequefter'd cell , " Far from the paths of avarice or pride , " Where home - bred Happiness delights to dwell . " , " Ye may be trac'd , my gentle friends , THE NURSERY GARLAND . 57.
... let luxury refide , " I must be found in fome fequefter'd cell , " Far from the paths of avarice or pride , " Where home - bred Happiness delights to dwell . " , " Ye may be trac'd , my gentle friends , THE NURSERY GARLAND . 57.
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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.