The Bee: A Collection of Poems, Chiefly Designed for the YoungJoseph Blundell, 187, Great Britain-Street, 1828 - 180 páginas |
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... body , humble bed , Soft pillow , O receive my head ! I thank my parents kind , Who comforts such as these provide : Their precepts still shall be my guide , Their love I'll keep in mind , My hours mispent this day I rue , My good 24.
... body , humble bed , Soft pillow , O receive my head ! I thank my parents kind , Who comforts such as these provide : Their precepts still shall be my guide , Their love I'll keep in mind , My hours mispent this day I rue , My good 24.
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A Collection of Poems, Chiefly Designed for the Young. My hours mispent this day I rue , My good things done , how very few ! Forgive my faults , O Lord ? This night , if in thy grace I rest , To - morrow I shall rise refresh'd , To keep ...
A Collection of Poems, Chiefly Designed for the Young. My hours mispent this day I rue , My good things done , how very few ! Forgive my faults , O Lord ? This night , if in thy grace I rest , To - morrow I shall rise refresh'd , To keep ...
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... nor pow'r , Can give one single happy hour . In the city's tempting glare , Dwell disease , and strife and care : Quit not then thy farm or fold , Nor exchange thy peace for gold ! THE ANT OR EMMET . THESE Emmets , how little 37.
... nor pow'r , Can give one single happy hour . In the city's tempting glare , Dwell disease , and strife and care : Quit not then thy farm or fold , Nor exchange thy peace for gold ! THE ANT OR EMMET . THESE Emmets , how little 37.
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... hour , And gather honey all the day , From ev'ry op'ning flow'r . How skilfully she builds her cell- How neat she spreads the wax , — And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes , In works of labour or of skill , I ...
... hour , And gather honey all the day , From ev'ry op'ning flow'r . How skilfully she builds her cell- How neat she spreads the wax , — And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes , In works of labour or of skill , I ...
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... on his bed , Turns his sides , and his shoulders , and his heavy head . " A little more sleep , and a little more slumber ; " . Thus he wastes half his days , and his hours without number : And when he gets up , he sits folding his 41.
... on his bed , Turns his sides , and his shoulders , and his heavy head . " A little more sleep , and a little more slumber ; " . Thus he wastes half his days , and his hours without number : And when he gets up , he sits folding his 41.
Términos y frases comunes
betimes bless'd blessings blest bloom bread breast breath bright burst of joy child Christ creature darkness dear death delight divine dwell earth eternal ev'ry everlasting fair faith fear flow'rs forgive Gittite give glory GOLDEN MEAN grace grief happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope humble immortal Jesus land lawless range light little maid live Lord will provide morning mortal Mother mourn ne'er Negro Boy never night o'er pain path peace perfect law pleasant spring pleasure poor porringer pow'r pray prayer pride reign reign o'er rest rich rise Saviour shine sight sing sinners sins skies sleep smiling soul spirit spread star star of Bethlehem sweet Teach tears thee thine thou art thought throne thy love Thy mercy thy praise truth Twas Twill vex'd voice vows to thee wakes the dead wings wisdom word youth
Pasajes populares
Página 83 - Though in the paths of death I tread. With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord ! art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Página 94 - If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
Página 55 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Página 153 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Página 154 - Mercies, O my God, My rising Soul surveys; Transported with the View, I'm lost In Wonder, Love, and Praise. W! O how shall Words with equal Warmth The Gratitude declare That glows within my Ravish'd Heart ! But thou canst read it there. Thy Providence my Life sustain'd And all my Wants redrest, When in the silent Womb I lay, And hung upon the Breast.
Página 115 - And darkness and doubt are now flying away, No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn : So breaks on the traveller, faint and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See truth, love, and mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb ! EARLY PIETY.
Página 174 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Página 41 - Tis the voice of the sluggard ; I heard him complain, " You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. "A little more sleep, and a little more slumber...
Página 67 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite 'day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
Página 144 - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.