Flowers of poetry, for young persons: a companion to miss Taylor's Original poems. 2vols, Volume 11835 |
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... , Who delighteth to lead me in merry play Far down the greenwood's bushy way ; Who showeth me where the hazel - nuts grow , And where the fairest field - flowers blow ; Yet perhaps he loves me no more than the rest— 14 FLOWERS OF POETRY ,
... , Who delighteth to lead me in merry play Far down the greenwood's bushy way ; Who showeth me where the hazel - nuts grow , And where the fairest field - flowers blow ; Yet perhaps he loves me no more than the rest— 14 FLOWERS OF POETRY ,
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... Even though all should forsake thee , still He would protect thee through every ill : Oh , is not such love worth all the rest ? Child ! it is God who loves thee best ! V. TO TWO YOUNG LADIES . WHEN tender rose - C 2 FOR YOUNG PERSONS . 15.
... Even though all should forsake thee , still He would protect thee through every ill : Oh , is not such love worth all the rest ? Child ! it is God who loves thee best ! V. TO TWO YOUNG LADIES . WHEN tender rose - C 2 FOR YOUNG PERSONS . 15.
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... rest outrun , Their buds the first to meet the day , With joy their op'ning tints we view , While morning's precious moments fly : My pretty maids , ' tis thus with you ; The fond admiring gazer , I. Still may the favouring Muse be ...
... rest outrun , Their buds the first to meet the day , With joy their op'ning tints we view , While morning's precious moments fly : My pretty maids , ' tis thus with you ; The fond admiring gazer , I. Still may the favouring Muse be ...
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... 'er I flee , All hopes and joys shall rest on thee ; Ne'er from thy heart my memory blot- I ask but this " Forget - me - not . " X. SCENES OF CHILDHOOD . DEAR native brook ! like FOR YOUNG PERSONS . 21 Morning Hymn By Milton.
... 'er I flee , All hopes and joys shall rest on thee ; Ne'er from thy heart my memory blot- I ask but this " Forget - me - not . " X. SCENES OF CHILDHOOD . DEAR native brook ! like FOR YOUNG PERSONS . 21 Morning Hymn By Milton.
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... Who steadily onward your journey keep , Who neither for rest nor for slumber stay , But press still forward , by night or day- As in your unwearying course ye fly Beneath the clear 24 FLOWERS OF POETRY , The Voice of Spring By Mrs Hemans.
... Who steadily onward your journey keep , Who neither for rest nor for slumber stay , But press still forward , by night or day- As in your unwearying course ye fly Beneath the clear 24 FLOWERS OF POETRY , The Voice of Spring By Mrs Hemans.
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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.