The Nursery Garland: Being a Selection of Short, Classical Poems, Adapted to Very Early Youth; Respectfully Inscribed to the Mothers of FamiliesJ. Harris, 1801 - 172 pages |
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... Hear what their teachers fay ; With rev'rence meet their parents word , And with delight obey . Have you not heard what dreadful plagues Are threaten'd by the Lord , To him that breaks his father's law , Or mocks his mother's word ...
... Hear what their teachers fay ; With rev'rence meet their parents word , And with delight obey . Have you not heard what dreadful plagues Are threaten'd by the Lord , To him that breaks his father's law , Or mocks his mother's word ...
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... hear ; Haft thou a ftar to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful vifitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers , And hear the found of mufic fweet From birds among the bowers . The school - boy wand'ring thro ' the ...
... hear ; Haft thou a ftar to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful vifitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers , And hear the found of mufic fweet From birds among the bowers . The school - boy wand'ring thro ' the ...
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... Allow'd with thee to dwell : ' There waste the mournful lamp of night , Till , virgin , thou again delight To hear a Britifh fhell ! - COLLINS . Ye fates , no longer let me pine , A D 2 THE NURSERY GARLAND . 27 Collins.
... Allow'd with thee to dwell : ' There waste the mournful lamp of night , Till , virgin , thou again delight To hear a Britifh fhell ! - COLLINS . Ye fates , no longer let me pine , A D 2 THE NURSERY GARLAND . 27 Collins.
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... hear'ft the turning spheres , What founds may charm thy partial ears , And gain thy bleft return ! O Peace , thy injur'd robes upbind ! O rife and leave not one behind Of all thy beamy train ; The British lion , goddess sweet , Lies ...
... hear'ft the turning spheres , What founds may charm thy partial ears , And gain thy bleft return ! O Peace , thy injur'd robes upbind ! O rife and leave not one behind Of all thy beamy train ; The British lion , goddess sweet , Lies ...
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... hears the huntsmen's horn , Boldly founding drown his pipe . Sweet , O fweet , the warbling throng , On the white emblossom'd spray ! Nature's univerfal fong Echoes to the rising day . NOON . FERVID on the glitt❜ring flood , Now the 40 ...
... hears the huntsmen's horn , Boldly founding drown his pipe . Sweet , O fweet , the warbling throng , On the white emblossom'd spray ! Nature's univerfal fong Echoes to the rising day . NOON . FERVID on the glitt❜ring flood , Now the 40 ...
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Page 159 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Page 103 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Page 158 - 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 158 - 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 89 - It is a period nowhere to be found In all the hoary registers of time, Unless perchance in the fool's calendar. Wisdom disclaims the word, nor" holds society With those who own it.
Page 93 - How fair is the Rose ! what a beautiful flower ! The glory of April and May : But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day. Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to boast, Above all the flowers of the field ! When its leaves are all dead and...
Page 116 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ; Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been.
Page 13 - I HATE that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round : To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields, And lures from cities and from fields, To sell their liberty for charms Of tawdry lace and glittering arms ; And when Ambition's voice commands, To march, and fight, and fall in foreign lands.
Page 121 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Page 115 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.