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... wing to the rose , In her palace of the vale . Choose what you love the best , - All cull'd in the cool , fresh morn ; For I waken'd the lark from the daisy's breast In the depths of the waving corn . 74. The Fly . By H. J. Johns 75 ...
... wing to the rose , In her palace of the vale . Choose what you love the best , - All cull'd in the cool , fresh morn ; For I waken'd the lark from the daisy's breast In the depths of the waving corn . 74. The Fly . By H. J. Johns 75 ...
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... wings ? Oh ! happy they who shun the strife Of pride or passion's hours ; And glide along the calms of life Like me , dispensing flowers . II . MORNING . WHAT secret hand , at morning 10 FLOWERS OF POETRY , To my Mother By H K White.
... wings ? Oh ! happy they who shun the strife Of pride or passion's hours ; And glide along the calms of life Like me , dispensing flowers . II . MORNING . WHAT secret hand , at morning 10 FLOWERS OF POETRY , To my Mother By H K White.
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... wing to the rust . In her palace of the vale . Choose what you love the best , — All cull'd in the cool , fresh ; For I waken'd the lark from the s In the depths of the wa May that dear hand uphold me still , Through life's The World By ...
... wing to the rust . In her palace of the vale . Choose what you love the best , — All cull'd in the cool , fresh ; For I waken'd the lark from the s In the depths of the wa May that dear hand uphold me still , Through life's The World By ...
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... dale , and sparkling brook between : Yet sweet to Fancy's ear the warbled song , That soars on Morning's wing your vales among ! Scenes of my hope ! the asking eye ye leave 22 22 FLOWERS OF POETRY , A Wood-note By Howitt.
... dale , and sparkling brook between : Yet sweet to Fancy's ear the warbled song , That soars on Morning's wing your vales among ! Scenes of my hope ! the asking eye ye leave 22 22 FLOWERS OF POETRY , A Wood-note By Howitt.
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... wing , Bright creatures , that come with the voice of Spring ; We see you array'd in the hues of the morn , Yet ye dream not of pride , and ye wist not of scorn ! Though rainbow - splendour around you glows , Ye vaunt not the beauty ...
... wing , Bright creatures , that come with the voice of Spring ; We see you array'd in the hues of the morn , Yet ye dream not of pride , and ye wist not of scorn ! Though rainbow - splendour around you glows , Ye vaunt not the beauty ...
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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.