Flowers of poetry, for young persons: a companion to miss Taylor's Original poems. 2vols, Volume 11835 |
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... beauty from the ground . is the hand that shaped my frame , nd gave my pulse to beat ; bare me oft through flood and flame , rough tempest , cold , and heat . ath's dark valley though I stray , would there my steps attend ; e with the ...
... beauty from the ground . is the hand that shaped my frame , nd gave my pulse to beat ; bare me oft through flood and flame , rough tempest , cold , and heat . ath's dark valley though I stray , would there my steps attend ; e with the ...
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... beauty pure and lone , The glow of earthly fame , Or the pomp and pride of Solomon , Is a vain and empty name . Is not my calling sweet , To dwell amid beautiful things ? Flowers giving perfume at my feet , And birds - like flowers with ...
... beauty pure and lone , The glow of earthly fame , Or the pomp and pride of Solomon , Is a vain and empty name . Is not my calling sweet , To dwell amid beautiful things ? Flowers giving perfume at my feet , And birds - like flowers with ...
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... beauty from the ground . This is the hand that shaped my frame , And gave my pulse to beat ; That bare me oft through flood and flame , Through tempest , cold , and heat . In death's dark valley though I stray , ' Twould there my steps ...
... beauty from the ground . This is the hand that shaped my frame , And gave my pulse to beat ; That bare me oft through flood and flame , Through tempest , cold , and heat . In death's dark valley though I stray , ' Twould there my steps ...
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... on beds of ease ; Admired , adored , let Beauty roll The magic eye that melts the soul , - Unless with purifying fires Virtue the conscious soul inspires , In vain , to bar intruding woe , Wealth , c 3 FOR YOUNG PERSONS . 17.
... on beds of ease ; Admired , adored , let Beauty roll The magic eye that melts the soul , - Unless with purifying fires Virtue the conscious soul inspires , In vain , to bar intruding woe , Wealth , c 3 FOR YOUNG PERSONS . 17.
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... beauty which nature bestows : Oh ! what a lesson for glory are ye , How ye preach the grace of humility . Swift Birds , that skim o'er the stormy deep , Who steadily onward your journey keep , Who neither for rest nor for slumber stay ...
... beauty which nature bestows : Oh ! what a lesson for glory are ye , How ye preach the grace of humility . Swift Birds , that skim o'er the stormy deep , Who steadily onward your journey keep , Who neither for rest nor for slumber stay ...
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Angel beams beauty Beneath birds bless bliss bloom blossom breast breath bright brow busy Bee charms cheerful clouds dance delight dwell e'er earth earthly Emblems Ev'n fair fairest faithless fear flowers Forget-me-not friendship gale gild Glow-worm grace green grief happiness heaven Heaven's gate holly tree honours hope hour IMESS infant leaves life's light Lord Lord's Prayer loves me best memory mind mine-a morning MOSS ROSE Nature's Ne'er night o'er peace pleasure porringer pow'r praise primrose hill provideth rest rills rise rose-tree roses round sacred scene serene shade shining sigh sing sinks Sister's love smiling day smiling plains smooth soft song sorrow soul Spring storms strong to save sweet Swift Birds tears thee thine thou thought thro tomts truth Twill vale virtue voice voice of Spring wandering fires wave wild wing Winter young youth
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Page 35 - Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. 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 94 - Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little Maid replied, " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them.
Page 34 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ; Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sit'st above these Heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 92 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 35 - 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 87 - Sweet drop of pure and pearly light ! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Page 91 - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
Page 75 - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring: I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Page 95 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Page 45 - No fountain from its rocky cave E'er tripped with foot so free ; She seemed as happy as a wave That dances on the sea. ISO " There came from me a sigh of pain Which I could ill confine ; I looked at her and looked again: — And did not wish her mine.