The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four Parts, Bind 1–2C. Scribner & Company, 1868 |
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... rest ; And every little bird has flown Home to its downy nest . The robin was the last to go ; Upon the leafless bough He sang his evening hymn to God , And he is silent now . The bee is hushed within the hive ; Shut is the daisy's eye ...
... rest ; And every little bird has flown Home to its downy nest . The robin was the last to go ; Upon the leafless bough He sang his evening hymn to God , And he is silent now . The bee is hushed within the hive ; Shut is the daisy's eye ...
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... rest , I pray Thee , When my pilgrimage is made . None shall measure out Thy patience By the span of human thought ; None shall bound the tender mercies Which Thy Holy Son has bought . Pardon all my past transgressions , Give me ...
... rest , I pray Thee , When my pilgrimage is made . None shall measure out Thy patience By the span of human thought ; None shall bound the tender mercies Which Thy Holy Son has bought . Pardon all my past transgressions , Give me ...
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... rest . " Soon , my child , if we obey Him , We shall go to dwell above , Where His own of every color Share alike a Father's love . " XL . CHARLIE ; AND THE ROBIN'S SONG . NE summer morning early , ONE When the dew was bright to see ...
... rest . " Soon , my child , if we obey Him , We shall go to dwell above , Where His own of every color Share alike a Father's love . " XL . CHARLIE ; AND THE ROBIN'S SONG . NE summer morning early , ONE When the dew was bright to see ...
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... rest . Adieu ! for you want to be flying away , And it would be too cruel to ask you to stay ! But come in the morning - come early , and sing , You shall see what I'll give you , sweet warbler of spring ! Rev. F. C. Woodworth . ( 6 LVI ...
... rest . Adieu ! for you want to be flying away , And it would be too cruel to ask you to stay ! But come in the morning - come early , and sing , You shall see what I'll give you , sweet warbler of spring ! Rev. F. C. Woodworth . ( 6 LVI ...
Side 73
... rest upon my little bed ? " said the spider to the fly ; " There are pretty curtains drawn around ; the sheets are fine and thin ; And if you like to rest awhile , I'll snugly tuck you in ! " 66 Oh , no , no , " said the little fly ...
... rest upon my little bed ? " said the spider to the fly ; " There are pretty curtains drawn around ; the sheets are fine and thin ; And if you like to rest awhile , I'll snugly tuck you in ! " 66 Oh , no , no , " said the little fly ...
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Side 275 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Side 54 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Side 182 - Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
Side 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 240 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Side 331 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Side 192 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Side 181 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, a<s the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Side 255 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown : This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Side 273 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.