The English Reading Book in Verse: Adapted to Domestic and to School EducationLongman, 1822 - 212 sider |
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Side 124
... swelling buds are crown'd . From the green islands of immortal youth , ( Crowned with fresh blooms and ever springing shade , ) Turn , hither turn , thy step , O Thou , whose powerful voice , More sweet than softest touch of Doric reed ...
... swelling buds are crown'd . From the green islands of immortal youth , ( Crowned with fresh blooms and ever springing shade , ) Turn , hither turn , thy step , O Thou , whose powerful voice , More sweet than softest touch of Doric reed ...
Side 134
... swelling breeze , And cottage chimney smoking through the trees . SHEEP - SHEARING . Thomson . THE shepherds drive their flocks , by many a dog Compell'd , to where the mazy running brook Forms a deep pool ; this bank , abrupt and high ...
... swelling breeze , And cottage chimney smoking through the trees . SHEEP - SHEARING . Thomson . THE shepherds drive their flocks , by many a dog Compell'd , to where the mazy running brook Forms a deep pool ; this bank , abrupt and high ...
Side 135
... swelling treasures to the sunny ray , Inly disturb'd , and wondering what this wild Outrageous tumult means , their loud complaints The country fill , and , toss'd from rock to rock , Incessant bleatings run around the hills . At last ...
... swelling treasures to the sunny ray , Inly disturb'd , and wondering what this wild Outrageous tumult means , their loud complaints The country fill , and , toss'd from rock to rock , Incessant bleatings run around the hills . At last ...
Side 146
... swelling rivers roar , And ocean's surge boils fretting to the shore . The Almighty , wrapt in deepest night , retires To hurl from flaming hand his forky fires , And earth astonish'd as the thunders roll , Trembles convulsive to her ...
... swelling rivers roar , And ocean's surge boils fretting to the shore . The Almighty , wrapt in deepest night , retires To hurl from flaming hand his forky fires , And earth astonish'd as the thunders roll , Trembles convulsive to her ...
Side 147
... swelling flood ; The mountains spread a brittle crash around ; From far , the shores return a mingled sound ; While hoarser murmurs thicken through the trees , Scarce from the ships refrain the merciless seas ; When from mid - ocean ...
... swelling flood ; The mountains spread a brittle crash around ; From far , the shores return a mingled sound ; While hoarser murmurs thicken through the trees , Scarce from the ships refrain the merciless seas ; When from mid - ocean ...
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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.