The writings of Jane Taylor, Volume 1

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Perkins & Marvin, 1832 - Christianity
V. 1. Memoirs, correspondence, and poetical remains, of Jane Taylor. A new edition -- v. 2-3. The contributions of Q.Q. to a periodical work : with some pieces not before published / by the late Jane Taylor. In two volumes. Vol. I. Religious and didactic pieces. Vol. II. Miscellaneous pieces. From fifth London edition -- v. 4. Display, a tale / by the late Jane Taylor. From twelfth London edition. Essays in rhyme, on morals and manners / by the late Jane Taylor. From fourth London edition -- v. 5. Correspondence between a mother and her daughter at school / by Mrs. Taylor and Jane Taylor. From seventh London edition. Original poems for infant minds / by the Taylor family.

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Page 126 - Here's a lesson for me ; That man's but a picture of what I might be. But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding, Who taught me betimes to love working and reading.
Page 97 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Page 332 - THERE is a glorious world of light Above the starry sky, Where saints departed, clothed in white, Adore the Lord most high. 2 And hark ! — amid the sacred songs Those heavenly voices raise, Ten thousand thousand infant tongues Unite in perfect praise.
Page 343 - ... blaze, Beyond our feeble sense. — Yet say not — Who shall mount on high, To bring him from above ? For lo ! the Lord is always nigh The children of his love. The Saviour, whom I long have sought, And would, but cannot see — And is he here ? O wondrous thought ! And will he dwell with me ? I ask not with my mortal eye To view the vision bright ; I dare not see thee, lest I die ; Yet, Lord, restore my sight. Give me to see thee, and to feel — The mental vision clear : The things unseen...
Page 336 - COMB, my fond fluttering heart ! Come, struggle to be free ; Thou and the world must part, However hard it be : My trembling spirit owns it just, But cleaves yet closer to the dust.
Page 120 - In order to do this, my method was to shut my eyes, and imagine the presence of some pretty little mortal, and then endeavour to catch, as it were, the very language it would use on the subject before me. If in any instances I have succeeded, to this little imaginary being I should attribute my success.
Page 338 - ... pressed ! Her prayer was heard — she clasped a living child ;— But how the gift transcends the poor request ! A child was all she asked, with many a vow ; Mother— Behold the child an angel now ! Now in her Father's house she finds a place; Or if to earth she take a. transient flight, 'Tis to fulfil the purpose of his grace, To guide thy footsteps to the world of light; A ministering spirit sent to thee, That where she is, there thou may'st also be.
Page 332 - Above the starry sky, Where saints departed, clothed in white, Adore the Lord most high. 2 And hark, amid the sacred songs Those heavenly voices raise, Ten thousand thousand infant tongues Unite in perfect praise. 3 Those are the hymns that we shall know, If Jesus we obey ; That is the place where we shall go, If found in wisdom's way.
Page 314 - And long thy green sprays overshadow the bower Devoted to friendship and thee. The eye that was dazzled where lilies and roses Their brilliant assemblage displayed, With grateful delight on thy verdure reposes, — A tranquil and delicate shade. But ah what dejection that foliage expresses, Which pensively droops on her breast ! The dew of the evening has laden her tresses, And stands like a tear on her crest. I'll watch by thy side through the gloom of the night, Impatient till morning appears :...
Page 306 - That he lay a long time in his boat without knowing How long he had been, or which way he was going. At length he aroused from his stupor, when lo ! The beautiful planet was shining below ! Already so near was he come as to see Its mountains and valleys, as plain as could be. With feelings no language could well represent, He quickly prepared his machine for descent. A fine open plain, much resembling, he said, Some spots in old England, before him was spread, Whose smoothness and verdure his presence...

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