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Flowers of Poetry, for Young Persons: A Companion to Miss Taylor's ..., Tom 2
Podgląd niedostępny - 2015
appear beams bear beauty Beneath birds bless bloom blossom breath bright bring brother busy charms cheerful cloud cold dance dark dear delight divine early earth fair flowers friendship give grace grave green grow hand happiness head heart heaven hill hope hour kind leaves life's light live look memory mind morning native Nature Nature's never night o'er pain paint pass peace plain plant pleasure points praise rest rise rose round sacred scene seen serene shade shed shining sigh simple sing sinks smiling soft song soon soothe sorrow soul spirit Spring star steps storms summer sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought tree truth virtue voice wave wealth wild winds wings young youth
Strona 33 - 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.
Strona 92 - 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.
Strona 32 - 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.
Strona 90 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Strona 33 - 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.
Strona 85 - 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.
Strona 89 - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
Strona 73 - 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.
Strona 93 - 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?
Strona 42 - 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.