The English Reading Book in Verse: Adapted to Domestic and to School EducationLongman, 1822 - 212 sider |
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Side 13
... breathe gently through the sky ; The silver dews and genial showers Call forth a blooming waste of flowers . And , lo ! thy beauties now unclose , Queen of fragrance , lovely rose . Yet , ah ! how soon that bloom is flown , How soon thy ...
... breathe gently through the sky ; The silver dews and genial showers Call forth a blooming waste of flowers . And , lo ! thy beauties now unclose , Queen of fragrance , lovely rose . Yet , ah ! how soon that bloom is flown , How soon thy ...
Side 19
... breathe . SONNET TO A PRIMROSE . Lloyd . COME , Simple floweret . of the paly leaf , With yellow eye , and stalk of downy green , Though mild thy lustre , though thy days are brief , Oh ! come and decorate my cottage scene . For thee I ...
... breathe . SONNET TO A PRIMROSE . Lloyd . COME , Simple floweret . of the paly leaf , With yellow eye , and stalk of downy green , Though mild thy lustre , though thy days are brief , Oh ! come and decorate my cottage scene . For thee I ...
Side 35
... breath , Raise this to strength , and sicken that to death ? Whence does it happen that the plant , which well We name the sensitive , should move and feel ? Whence know her leaves to answer her command , And with quick horror , fly the ...
... breath , Raise this to strength , and sicken that to death ? Whence does it happen that the plant , which well We name the sensitive , should move and feel ? Whence know her leaves to answer her command , And with quick horror , fly the ...
Side 41
... breathe the spring , Whose grassy mountains bleat , and forests sing ; From whose wide fields , unbounded autumn pours A golden tide into his swelling stores . Whose winter laughs ; for whom the lib'ral gales Stretch the big sheet , and ...
... breathe the spring , Whose grassy mountains bleat , and forests sing ; From whose wide fields , unbounded autumn pours A golden tide into his swelling stores . Whose winter laughs ; for whom the lib'ral gales Stretch the big sheet , and ...
Side 45
... breathe his native air , On his own ground . Pope . Whose herds with milk ; whose fields with bread ; Whose flock's supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer , yield him shade ; In winter , fire . Blest , who can unconcerned , find ...
... breathe his native air , On his own ground . Pope . Whose herds with milk ; whose fields with bread ; Whose flock's supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer , yield him shade ; In winter , fire . Blest , who can unconcerned , find ...
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æther Amid Aspasio Autumn azure beauty behold bend beneath bird blast bloom Bloomfield blow breath breeze bright brow buds busy bee calm charms cheerful clouds Cowper dark darts deep delight dews dewy divine e'en e'er earth eternal fading fair flame flood flowers fragrant gale gleam gloom glory glow GLOW-WORM green grove hail harebell heart heaven hills hour insect light Mighty winds mingling moon morn mountains muse Nature's night nymphs o'er orbs perfume pine-apples plain praise pride reign rill rise roar rock rolling rose round scene seem'd shade shine shining day shower shrubs silent sing skies smile soft song soul sound spread spring stars storm stream sweet SWEET violets swell tempest thee thine Thomson thou busy thunder rolls trembling vale voice wandering wave whence wide wild winds wing winter woods
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Side 82 - 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.
Side 142 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Side 186 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Side 105 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Side 143 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Side xii - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Side 92 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise His works behold, Both day and night.
Side 174 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Side 81 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, God-like erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty, seemed lords of all, And worthy seemed; for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure— Severe, but in true filial freedom placed, Whence true authority in men: though both Not equal, as their sex not equal seemed; For contemplation he and valour formed, For softness she and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him.
Side 97 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.