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Flowers. The sighing gale , whose murmurs lull to rest The busy tumult of declining day , To sympathetic quiet soothes the breast , And ev'ry wild emotion drives away . Farewell the objects of diurnal care , Your task be ended with the ...
Flowers. The sighing gale , whose murmurs lull to rest The busy tumult of declining day , To sympathetic quiet soothes the breast , And ev'ry wild emotion drives away . Farewell the objects of diurnal care , Your task be ended with the ...
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... busy murmur grows ! The insect youth are on the wing , Eager to taste the honey'd Spring , And float amid the liquid noon : Some lightly o'er the current skim , Some show their gaily - gilded trim , Quick - glancing to the sun . To ...
... busy murmur grows ! The insect youth are on the wing , Eager to taste the honey'd Spring , And float amid the liquid noon : Some lightly o'er the current skim , Some show their gaily - gilded trim , Quick - glancing to the sun . To ...
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... busy trifler ! sport thine hour ! Brief , though it be , as summer flower , The wintry blast that strips the tree Shall bring the closing hour to thee ! But , mark me , boy ! the heedless fly A useful lesson may supply : Like him , the ...
... busy trifler ! sport thine hour ! Brief , though it be , as summer flower , The wintry blast that strips the tree Shall bring the closing hour to thee ! But , mark me , boy ! the heedless fly A useful lesson may supply : Like him , the ...
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... busy Bee ! As abroad I took my early way , Before the cow from her resting - place Had risen up and left her trace On the meadow , with dew so grey , Saw I thee , thou busy , busy Bee . Thou wert working late , thou busy , busy Bee ...
... busy Bee ! As abroad I took my early way , Before the cow from her resting - place Had risen up and left her trace On the meadow , with dew so grey , Saw I thee , thou busy , busy Bee . Thou wert working late , thou busy , busy Bee ...
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Flowers. Little dost thou think , thou busy , busy Bee ! What is the end of thy toil . When the latest flowers of the ivy are gone , And all thy work for the year is done , Thy master comes for the spoil . Woe then for thee , thou busy ...
Flowers. Little dost thou think , thou busy , busy Bee ! What is the end of thy toil . When the latest flowers of the ivy are gone , And all thy work for the year is done , Thy master comes for the spoil . Woe then for thee , thou busy ...
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Angel beams beauty Beneath birds bless bliss bloom blossom breast breath bright brow busy Bee charms cheerful clouds dance delight dwell e'er earth earthly Emblems Ev'n fair fairest faithless fear flowers Forget-me-not friendship gale gild Glow-worm grace green grief happiness heaven Heaven's gate holly tree honours hope hour IMESS infant leaves life's light Lord Lord's Prayer loves me best memory mind mine-a morning MOSS ROSE Nature's Ne'er night o'er peace pleasure porringer pow'r praise primrose hill provideth rest rills rise rose-tree roses round sacred scene serene shade shining sigh sing sinks Sister's love smiling day smiling plains smooth soft song sorrow soul Spring storms strong to save sweet Swift Birds tears thee thine thou thought thro tomts truth Twill vale virtue voice voice of Spring wandering fires wave wild wing Winter young youth
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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.