Spring flowers gathered for young florists, by S.P.1849 - 32 Seiten |
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... nature's varied marvels are ; And , if thy pure and artless breast Can feel their grandeur , thou art blest ! For thee the stream in beauty flows , For thee the gale in summer blows ; And in deep glen and wood - walk free , Voices of ...
... nature's varied marvels are ; And , if thy pure and artless breast Can feel their grandeur , thou art blest ! For thee the stream in beauty flows , For thee the gale in summer blows ; And in deep glen and wood - walk free , Voices of ...
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... nature's music bid thee raise The song of gratitude and praise . If heaven and earth with beauty fraught , Lead to His throne thy raptured thought , If there thou lov'st His love to read , Then , wanderer , thou art blest indeed . Mrs ...
... nature's music bid thee raise The song of gratitude and praise . If heaven and earth with beauty fraught , Lead to His throne thy raptured thought , If there thou lov'st His love to read , Then , wanderer , thou art blest indeed . Mrs ...
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... nature on their budding leaves Its nursing dews hath shed . They must be fair ; but what is green ? What is a spreading tree ? What is a shady woodland walk ? Say , canst thou answer me ? No ! I may image them in mind , But cannot know ...
... nature on their budding leaves Its nursing dews hath shed . They must be fair ; but what is green ? What is a spreading tree ? What is a shady woodland walk ? Say , canst thou answer me ? No ! I may image them in mind , But cannot know ...
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... thou dost tend ! But I must image thee in mind- I cannot see thee - I am blind ! The changes of the earth and sky- All nature's glow and gloom- Must ever be unknown to me- My soul is in the tomb ! 32 THE STREAMLET . O ! I can feel the.
... thou dost tend ! But I must image thee in mind- I cannot see thee - I am blind ! The changes of the earth and sky- All nature's glow and gloom- Must ever be unknown to me- My soul is in the tomb ! 32 THE STREAMLET . O ! I can feel the.
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... nature's movements all . But I must image them in mind- I cannot see them - I am blind ! Nicol THE STREAMLET . I saw a little streamlet flow Along a peaceful vale ; A thread of silver soft and slow , It wandered down the vale Just to do ...
... nature's movements all . But I must image them in mind- I cannot see them - I am blind ! Nicol THE STREAMLET . I saw a little streamlet flow Along a peaceful vale ; A thread of silver soft and slow , It wandered down the vale Just to do ...
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ASHFORD Auvergne Barry Cornwall beauty beneath bird blessed blest blind breast breath bright brow busy bee call me early chaffinch cheek CHRISTMAS CAROL clouds CŒUR DE LION dark dear deep did'st dost doth dream earth Eliza Cook ENDYMION Excelsior face fair FALL OF D'ASSAS father feel flowers gentle gi'e God's Goodwyn Barmby GRANDFATHER'S STICK green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Hemans hill holy hushed Huzza king laurels spring light live lonely look Mary Howitt meek mind mother mountain ne'er never night o'er OLD DOBBIN old friend PALM-TREE pride primrose Queen o'the rain Richard Howitt Robert Nicoll round scorn shine sigh sing song SONNET sorrow soul elate sound spirit spring stars stream summer sweet tears tears of thoughtful thee There's thine THOMAS CLARKSON thou art thou busy thought toil tree Twas vales wave wild wind Wordsworth youth
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Seite 86 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Seite 32 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Seite 122 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Seite 70 - Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Seite 69 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Seite 23 - THE cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one...
Seite 53 - Coming together in life's pilgrimage; As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage Of sickness felt by him in times long past, A more than human weight upon his frame Had cast.
Seite 106 - Try not the Pass!" the old man said; "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud th,at clarion voice replied, Excelsior! "O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Seite 62 - The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
Seite 105 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!