Flowers of poetry, for young persons: a companion to miss Taylor's Original poems. 2vols, 第 2 卷

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第 63 頁 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death...
第 49 頁 - STAY, lady, stay, for mercy's sake. And hear a helpless orphan's tale ; Ah ! sure my looks must pity wake ; 'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. "Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And see the lighted windows...
第 87 頁 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
第 124 頁 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
第 88 頁 - Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend ; —This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
第 16 頁 - When the dew wets its leaves ; unstain'd and pure, As is the lily, or the mountain snow. The modest virtues mingled in her eyes, Still on the ground dejected, darting all Their humid beams into the blooming...
第 33 頁 - No more by varying passions beat, O gently guide my pilgrim feet To find thy hermit cell ; "Where in some pure and equal sky, Beneath thy soft indulgent eye, The modest virtues dwelt.
第 90 頁 - On piety, humanity is built ; And, on humanity, much happiness ; And yet still more on piety itself. A soul in commerce with her God, is heaven ; Feels not the tumults and the shocks of life ; The whirls of passions, and the strokes of heart.
第 98 頁 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near.
第 90 頁 - Each branch of piety delight inspires: Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next, O'er death's dark gulf, and all its horror hides...

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