A garland of poems for the youngReligious Tract Society, 1847 - 96 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 22
... birds are on the wing ; Hark ! how loud and sweet they sing ! See that speck upon the sky- ' Tis a lark : I saw her fly . Happy birds ! I'm happy too ; I will skip and sing with you . But before I run to play , Let me not forget to pray ...
... birds are on the wing ; Hark ! how loud and sweet they sing ! See that speck upon the sky- ' Tis a lark : I saw her fly . Happy birds ! I'm happy too ; I will skip and sing with you . But before I run to play , Let me not forget to pray ...
الصفحة 23
... birds and butterflies That flutter through the bowers . He keeps them underneath his wings , And there they safely rest ; Yet , though they're bright and lovely things . He loves us far the best . For , when the birds and flowers are ...
... birds and butterflies That flutter through the bowers . He keeps them underneath his wings , And there they safely rest ; Yet , though they're bright and lovely things . He loves us far the best . For , when the birds and flowers are ...
الصفحة 28
... birds are singing loud ; And the first white butterfly In the sun goes flitting by . " Little maiden , look around thee ! Green and flowery fields surround thee ; Every little stream is bright , All the orchard trees are white , And ...
... birds are singing loud ; And the first white butterfly In the sun goes flitting by . " Little maiden , look around thee ! Green and flowery fields surround thee ; Every little stream is bright , All the orchard trees are white , And ...
الصفحة 29
... birds their melodies , Clothed the earth , and clear'd the skies , For thy pleasure , or thy food ; — Pour thy soul in gratitude ! --- So may'st thou ' mid blessings dwell : - Little maiden , fare thee well ! ” ANON . " WHAT IS THAT ...
... birds their melodies , Clothed the earth , and clear'd the skies , For thy pleasure , or thy food ; — Pour thy soul in gratitude ! --- So may'st thou ' mid blessings dwell : - Little maiden , fare thee well ! ” ANON . " WHAT IS THAT ...
الصفحة 55
... birds ! sweet Philomela , charm The list'ning shades , and teach the night His praise . Ye , chief , for whom the whole creation smiles , At once the head , the heart , and tongue of all , Crown the great hymn ! In swarming cities vast ...
... birds ! sweet Philomela , charm The list'ning shades , and teach the night His praise . Ye , chief , for whom the whole creation smiles , At once the head , the heart , and tongue of all , Crown the great hymn ! In swarming cities vast ...
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ANON beam beauty birds blossom bosom bowers breast breath bright brightly brow busy Bee BUTTERFLY child churchyard clouds comes he comes-the comes-the Frost Spirit Conwy dark dead dear death delight doth dream dwell dwelleth dwelleth God earth fair FAKENHAM fear flowers Frost Spirit comes gentle goblin gone grace green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Holy Ground hour infant Jesus joyous Lark light little maid Little maiden look look'd Lord lov'd lyre maiden mother mountains nest never nigh night o'er pain pass'd peace Pebble praise pray prayer RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY rest rill rocks rose round Sabbath scene seraph shade shine sigh sing smile song sorrow soul Spring storm stream summer sweet SWEETBRIER tarn tell tempest tender thee thine thou art thou busy thought to-morrow toil tree voice warbling wert wing wrapp'd young
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الصفحة 57 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
الصفحة 35 - Wouldst softly speak and stroke my head and smile — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart : the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
الصفحة 34 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
الصفحة 81 - You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." " Their graves are green, they may be seen...
الصفحة 56 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around...
الصفحة 80 - I met a little cottage girl, She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
الصفحة 36 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
الصفحة 81 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
الصفحة 51 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
الصفحة 9 - GOD might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all.