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ABBEY ALLON ancient AUTHOR OF CHRONOLOGICAL beautiful beneath brook calm cheer child childhood's Christian Keepsake CHRONOLOGICAL RHYMEs Churchyard the green cottage dark deep dream EMIN ENT ENGLAND's MAIM'D DEFENDER Engravings ENOx fair fall of day fancy father feel Fisher's flowers fond gentle girl glee GRAND FATHER's NAP grave green Churchyard grief happy Hath heart HISTORY OF NAPLES holy hope hour hush'd Jane Kate of Kensington Lake of Nemi light LITTLE KATE LITTLE RED RIDING lived lone look Massaniello Maurice MEMOIR memory merry morning mother NEWGATE STREET º º o'er old ENGLAND's MAIM'D old English PEASANT CHILDREN pity's pleasant poor Portrait pride Quarto RED RIDING HOOD round shore silent sleep smile sorrow spirit summer sweet fall taste tears thee things Thomas PRice thou thought throne Tower truth volume weary wild WOOD YOUNG NAVIGATORS younkers youthful
Page 63 - Now in thy youth, beseech of Him Who giveth, upbraiding not; That his light in thy heart become not dim, And his love be unforgot; And thy God, in the darkest of days, will be, Greenness, and beauty, and strength to thee.
Page 28 - Thy landscapes have a living grace And truth — for every Briton's eye ; For in them it may fondly trace Beauties our daily walks supply, Which, soon as seen, to all are known, And have a magic all their own. ' To thee our hedge-rows growing wild, Our commons bare, our pollard trees, Our rural cots — by peasants piled, — Our cloudy skies — had power to please : For thou from each and all couldst cull Features, though humble, beautiful. ' With Nature, thy unerring guide, An artist's eye, a...
Page 19 - Young, happy, fair, and good, With thy little scarlet hood Around thy curling locks lightly parted ; Pursue thy pleasant way, With spirits blythe and gay, As best befits the fond and glad-hearted. ' The butterfly shall light Upon flow'rets as bright As the wings which he opens and closes , And the busy, busy bee Shall murmur too for thee, As honey it culls from wild roses...
Page 9 - Death would be no doom to dread, Could we, on our dying bed, Lay us down, life's turmoils done, Calm as Kate of Kensington. Fare thee well ! I turn away From thy Portrait with delay ; For with every charm 'tis fraught, To awaken tender thought : And for all this glimpse of thee Has of joy afforded me, Take a poet's benison, Lovely Kate of Kensington ! 10 THE BACHELOR UNCLE.