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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... song ; And having prayed together , we Will go with you along ! We have short time to stay as you ; We have as short a spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay , As you or anything : We die , As your hours do ; and dry Away Like to the ...
... song ; And having prayed together , we Will go with you along ! We have short time to stay as you ; We have as short a spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay , As you or anything : We die , As your hours do ; and dry Away Like to the ...
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... song has a pleasanter tune Than ye speak to my heart , little wildings of June : Of old ruinous castles ye tell , Where I thought it delightful your beauties to find , When the magic of Nature first breathed on my mind , And your ...
... song has a pleasanter tune Than ye speak to my heart , little wildings of June : Of old ruinous castles ye tell , Where I thought it delightful your beauties to find , When the magic of Nature first breathed on my mind , And your ...
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... song . Thus the true heart its mystic leaves concealing , Folds them serenely from the world's broad glare , Its treasured bliss and inmost grief revealing To the calm starlight and the dewy air . Blest is thy lesson , vestal of the ...
... song . Thus the true heart its mystic leaves concealing , Folds them serenely from the world's broad glare , Its treasured bliss and inmost grief revealing To the calm starlight and the dewy air . Blest is thy lesson , vestal of the ...
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... song , and peers from out Its fragrant nook , as if the season yet Remain'd in doubt . While , from the rock , The columbine its crimson bell suspends , That careless vibrates , as its slender stalk The zephyr bends . Say ! when the ...
... song , and peers from out Its fragrant nook , as if the season yet Remain'd in doubt . While , from the rock , The columbine its crimson bell suspends , That careless vibrates , as its slender stalk The zephyr bends . Say ! when the ...
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... song admire ! But thy sweet lay , Thou darling of the spring ! no ear disdains ; Thy sage instructress , Nature , says , " Be gay ! " And prompts thy strains . O , if I knew Like thee to sing , like thee the heart to fire , - Youth ...
... song admire ! But thy sweet lay , Thou darling of the spring ! no ear disdains ; Thy sage instructress , Nature , says , " Be gay ! " And prompts thy strains . O , if I knew Like thee to sing , like thee the heart to fire , - Youth ...
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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...