Flowers of poetry, for young persons: a companion to miss Taylor's Original poems. 2vols, Volume 11835 |
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... brings , Like manna scattered round , l clothes me , as the lily springs In 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 ...
... brings , Like manna scattered round , l clothes me , as the lily springs In 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 ...
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... brings , Like manna scattered round , And clothes me , as the lily springs In 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 ...
... brings , Like manna scattered round , And clothes me , as the lily springs In 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 ...
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... bring me to thine holy hill , And to thy dwelling - place . III . CHARITY . OH , Charity ! our helpless nature's pride , Thou friend to him who knows no friend beside , Is there in morning's breath , or the sweet gale That steals o'er ...
... bring me to thine holy hill , And to thy dwelling - place . III . CHARITY . OH , Charity ! our helpless nature's pride , Thou friend to him who knows no friend beside , Is there in morning's breath , or the sweet gale That steals o'er ...
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... Brings me the wild wood - strawberries ; Oh he is dear as my mother to me , But he will perish , even as she ! с Who loves me best ? the gentle dove , That FOR YOUNG PERSONS . 13 Youth Anonymous The Butterfly's Ball By Roscoe.
... Brings me the wild wood - strawberries ; Oh he is dear as my mother to me , But he will perish , even as she ! с Who loves me best ? the gentle dove , That FOR YOUNG PERSONS . 13 Youth Anonymous The Butterfly's Ball By Roscoe.
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... bring To its cage the drops from the clearest spring , And hang green branches round its door ; Something , surely , must love me more ! Who loves me best ? my sister fair , With her laughing eyes , and her clustering hair ; Who flowers ...
... bring To its cage the drops from the clearest spring , And hang green branches round its door ; Something , surely , must love me more ! Who loves me best ? my sister fair , With her laughing eyes , and her clustering hair ; Who flowers ...
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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.