Ladies' Gems; Or, Poems on the Love of Flowers, Kindness to Animals, and the Domestic Affections: From the Most Approved Authors1855 - Animals in literature - 108 pages |
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... pride . And when again the genial hour Awakes the painted tribes of light , I'll not o'erlook the modest flower That made the woods of April bright . BRYANT . THE DAISY . NOT worlds on worlds in phalanx deep POEMS ON LOVE FOR FLOWERS . 11.
... pride . And when again the genial hour Awakes the painted tribes of light , I'll not o'erlook the modest flower That made the woods of April bright . BRYANT . THE DAISY . NOT worlds on worlds in phalanx deep POEMS ON LOVE FOR FLOWERS . 11.
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... pride of place Is far too high for me- God's simple common things I love- My primrose , such as thee ! I love the fireside of my home , Because all sympathies , The feelings fond of every day , Around its circle rise . And while ...
... pride of place Is far too high for me- God's simple common things I love- My primrose , such as thee ! I love the fireside of my home , Because all sympathies , The feelings fond of every day , Around its circle rise . And while ...
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... pride or cunning driven , To misery's brink , Till wrenched of every stay but Heaven , He , ruined , sink ! Even thou who mourn'st the daisy's fate , That fate is thine - no distant date ; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate , Full on ...
... pride or cunning driven , To misery's brink , Till wrenched of every stay but Heaven , He , ruined , sink ! Even thou who mourn'st the daisy's fate , That fate is thine - no distant date ; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate , Full on ...
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... pride , Tyrant stern to all beside . The eagle from the cliffy brow , Marking you his prey below , In his breast no pity dwells ; Strong necessity compels : But man , to whom alone is given A ray direct from pitying Heaven , Glories in ...
... pride , Tyrant stern to all beside . The eagle from the cliffy brow , Marking you his prey below , In his breast no pity dwells ; Strong necessity compels : But man , to whom alone is given A ray direct from pitying Heaven , Glories in ...
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... pride on high , And sweep the azure bosom of the sky- Chooses its place of rest . Proud nursling of the tempest ! where repose Thy pinions at the daylight's fading close ? In what far clime of night Dost thou in silence , breathless and ...
... pride on high , And sweep the azure bosom of the sky- Chooses its place of rest . Proud nursling of the tempest ! where repose Thy pinions at the daylight's fading close ? In what far clime of night Dost thou in silence , breathless and ...
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Page 57 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Page 66 - That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart...
Page 90 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the...
Page 27 - Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
Page 58 - At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; — Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.
Page 58 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shall thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.
Page 18 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Page 46 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up: Make the most of life you may, Life is short and wears away. Both alike are mine and thine Hastening quick to their decline: Thine's a summer, mine's no more, Though repeated to threescore. Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one!
Page 63 - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk- white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Page 90 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well. How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though...