A garland of poems for the youngReligious Tract Society, 1847 - 96 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 9
... grow , Nor doth it need the lotus - flower To make the river flow . The clouds might give abundant rain , The nightly dews might fall , And the herb that keepeth life in man Might yet have drunk them all . Then wherefore , wherefore ...
... grow , Nor doth it need the lotus - flower To make the river flow . The clouds might give abundant rain , The nightly dews might fall , And the herb that keepeth life in man Might yet have drunk them all . Then wherefore , wherefore ...
الصفحة 24
... grow All loving , good , and mild ; For he will send his Spirit down , And take me for his child . Then happily I'll lie and sleep Within my little nest ; For well I know that he will keep His children while they rest . E. S. R. A. ...
... grow All loving , good , and mild ; For he will send his Spirit down , And take me for his child . Then happily I'll lie and sleep Within my little nest ; For well I know that he will keep His children while they rest . E. S. R. A. ...
الصفحة 45
... growing here , God has given a kindlier power To the favour'd strawberry flower . When the months of spring are fled , Hither let us bend our walk , Lurking berries , red and ripe , Then will hang on every stalk ; Each within its leafy ...
... growing here , God has given a kindlier power To the favour'd strawberry flower . When the months of spring are fled , Hither let us bend our walk , Lurking berries , red and ripe , Then will hang on every stalk ; Each within its leafy ...
الصفحة 51
... grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man . CAMPBELL . THE CHILD COMING TO JESUS . SUFFER me to come to Jesus , Mother dear , forbid me not ; By his blood from hell he frees us ; Makes us fair without a spot . Suffer me , my ...
... grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man . CAMPBELL . THE CHILD COMING TO JESUS . SUFFER me to come to Jesus , Mother dear , forbid me not ; By his blood from hell he frees us ; Makes us fair without a spot . Suffer me , my ...
الصفحة 58
... grows along The poor girl's pathway , by the poor man's door . Such are the simple folks it dwells among , And humble as the bud , so humble be the song . I love it , for it takes its untouched stand , Not in the vase that sculptors ...
... grows along The poor girl's pathway , by the poor man's door . Such are the simple folks it dwells among , And humble as the bud , so humble be the song . I love it , for it takes its untouched stand , Not in the vase that sculptors ...
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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.