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" Child of the sun ! pursue thy rapturous flight, Mingling with her thou lov'st in fields of light. And where the flowers of paradise unfold, Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold : There shall thy wings, rich as an evening sky, Expand and shut... "
The Naturalist's Library - Page 49
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Crown Jewels or Gems of Literature Art and Music

Henry Davenport Northrup - English poetry - 1888 - 790 pages
...ADDRESS TO THE BUTTERFLY. eHILD of the sun ! pursue thy rapturous flight, Mingling with her thou lovest in fields of light, And where the flowers of paradise...cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day. SAMUEL ROGERS. IÎJ' THE REDBREAST. HEN that the fields put on their gay attire, Thou silent sittest...
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Poetical Album; Or, Choice Selections of Poetry and Song: Containing Poems ...

American poetry - 1893 - 688 pages
...unfold, Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold , There shall thy wings, rich as an evening ^ky, Expand and shut with silent ecstasy : Yet wert thou...cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day. SAMUEL ROGERS. THE REDBREAST. HEN that the fields put on their g=.y attire, Thou silent sittest near...
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The Works of the British Poets: Selected and Chronologically ..., Volume 3

John Aikin, John Frost - English poetry - 1866 - 786 pages
...thou once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept. And such ia man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day ! WRITTEN IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. OCTOBEE 10, 1806.* WHOE'ER thou art, approach, and, with a sigh, Mark...
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the british evangelist

dr. w. p. mackay - 1879 - 444 pages
...metamorphosed." The poet has sung— " And thou wert once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wove a tomb and slept ; And such is man : soon from his cell of clay He'll burst, a seraph in the blaze of day." But wo believe better than this. We shall never be seraphs...
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The Sunday Magazine

1886 - 918 pages
...a worm— a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept. And such is in. in, soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the bliize of day." But let us hope when our empress's eggs are hatched, her beautiful apple-green caterpillars...
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