The English Reading Book in Verse: Adapted to Domestic and to School EducationLongman, 1822 - 212 sider |
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Side 6
... soft bosom bore them to this bow'r , And breathed their odours on thy darling flow'r . THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE . SWEET Songster of the woods , a long adieu ! Farewell , sweet minstrel of the early year ! Ah ! ' twill be long e ...
... soft bosom bore them to this bow'r , And breathed their odours on thy darling flow'r . THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE . SWEET Songster of the woods , a long adieu ! Farewell , sweet minstrel of the early year ! Ah ! ' twill be long e ...
Side 7
... soft affections move , And still be dear to pity and to love . THE RETURN OF THE NIGHTINGALE . BORNE on the warm wing of the western gale , How tremulously low is heard to float , Through the green budding thorns that fringe the vale ...
... soft affections move , And still be dear to pity and to love . THE RETURN OF THE NIGHTINGALE . BORNE on the warm wing of the western gale , How tremulously low is heard to float , Through the green budding thorns that fringe the vale ...
Side 13
... soft and silken leaves disclose ; The winter's past , the tempests fly , Soft gales 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 ...
... soft and silken leaves disclose ; The winter's past , the tempests fly , Soft gales 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 ...
Side 18
... soft form in sweetness grows ; Not more fair the valley's treasure , Not more sweet her lily blows . No warm tints of vivid colouring , Paint thy bills with gaudy pride ; Charm'd , we seek thy modest fragrance Where no thorns 18 ENGLISH ...
... soft form in sweetness grows ; Not more fair the valley's treasure , Not more sweet her lily blows . No warm tints of vivid colouring , Paint thy bills with gaudy pride ; Charm'd , we seek thy modest fragrance Where no thorns 18 ENGLISH ...
Side 26
... soft and powder'd wings Are sing'd , and dimmer grow his pearly eyes ; And now his struggling feet are foil'd , And scorch'd , entangl'd , burnt and soil'd , His fragile form is lost ; the wretched insect dies . THE SQUIRREL . THE ...
... soft and powder'd wings Are sing'd , and dimmer grow his pearly eyes ; And now his struggling feet are foil'd , And scorch'd , entangl'd , burnt and soil'd , His fragile form is lost ; the wretched insect dies . THE SQUIRREL . THE ...
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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.