The Nursery Garland: Being a Selection of Short, Classical Poems, Adapted to Very Early Youth; Respectfully Inscribed to the Mothers of FamiliesJ. Harris, 1801 - Počet stran: 172 |
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... Lord 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 ...
... Lord 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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... Lord betimes ; While finners that grow old in fin Are harden'd in their crimes . ' Twill fave us from a thousand fnares ,, To mind religion young ; 7 Grace will preserve our following years , And make our virtue ftrong . To thee ...
... Lord betimes ; While finners that grow old in fin Are harden'd in their crimes . ' Twill fave us from a thousand fnares ,, To mind religion young ; 7 Grace will preserve our following years , And make our virtue ftrong . To thee ...
Strana 4
... he had kill'd his brother . The wife will make their anger cool , At least before ' tis night ; But in the bofom of a fool It burns till morning light . Pardon , O Lord , our childish rage , Our THE NURSERY GARLAND .
... he had kill'd his brother . The wife will make their anger cool , At least before ' tis night ; But in the bofom of a fool It burns till morning light . Pardon , O Lord , our childish rage , Our THE NURSERY GARLAND .
Strana 5
... Lord , our childish rage , Our little brawls remove : That as we grow to riper age , it Our hearts may all be love . JOM WATTS . TRUE BEAUTYM on ALE WHAT is the blooming tincture of the fkin , Το peace of mind , and harmony within ...
... Lord , our childish rage , Our little brawls remove : That as we grow to riper age , it Our hearts may all be love . JOM WATTS . TRUE BEAUTYM on ALE WHAT is the blooming tincture of the fkin , Το peace of mind , and harmony within ...
Strana 77
... Lord ! am I , A childhood yet my thoughts confefs , Tho ' long in years mature , Unknowing whence I feel diftrefs , And where , or what it's cure . Author of Good ! to thee I turn : Thy ever wakeful eye Alone can all my wants difcern ...
... Lord ! am I , A childhood yet my thoughts confefs , Tho ' long in years mature , Unknowing whence I feel diftrefs , And where , or what it's cure . Author of Good ! to thee I turn : Thy ever wakeful eye Alone can all my wants difcern ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 103 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 115 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.