Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1806 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 8 találatból.
26. oldal
... shining train : Once on the painted banks of Ganges ' stream He spread his plumage to the sunny gleam ; But now the wiry net his flight confines , He lowers his purple crest , and inly pines . To claim the verse unnumber'd tribes appear ...
... shining train : Once on the painted banks of Ganges ' stream He spread his plumage to the sunny gleam ; But now the wiry net his flight confines , He lowers his purple crest , and inly pines . To claim the verse unnumber'd tribes appear ...
29. oldal
... shining arms his polish'd limbs enchase ! Like some stern warrior formidably bright His steely sides reflect a gleaming light : On his large forehead spreading horns he wears , And high in air the branching antlers bears : O'er many an ...
... shining arms his polish'd limbs enchase ! Like some stern warrior formidably bright His steely sides reflect a gleaming light : On his large forehead spreading horns he wears , And high in air the branching antlers bears : O'er many an ...
45. oldal
... shining sides : His head , now freed , he tosses to the skies ; His mane dishevel'd o'er his shoulders flies ; He snuffs his females in the distant plain , And springs exulting to his fields again . POPE'S HOMER . THE SAILOR . How gaily ...
... shining sides : His head , now freed , he tosses to the skies ; His mane dishevel'd o'er his shoulders flies ; He snuffs his females in the distant plain , And springs exulting to his fields again . POPE'S HOMER . THE SAILOR . How gaily ...
62. oldal
... shining Alps , And wavy Apennine , and Pyrenees , Branch out stupendous into distant lands ; Cruel as death , and hungry as the grave ! Burning for blood ! bony , and gaunt , and grim , Assembling wolves in raging troops descend ; And ...
... shining Alps , And wavy Apennine , and Pyrenees , Branch out stupendous into distant lands ; Cruel as death , and hungry as the grave ! Burning for blood ! bony , and gaunt , and grim , Assembling wolves in raging troops descend ; And ...
67. oldal
... shining track : His belly spotted , burnish'd is his back : While springs are gushing , while the southern air And dropping heav'ns the moisten'd earth repair , He lives on standing lakes or trembling bogs ; And fills his maw with fish ...
... shining track : His belly spotted , burnish'd is his back : While springs are gushing , while the southern air And dropping heav'ns the moisten'd earth repair , He lives on standing lakes or trembling bogs ; And fills his maw with fish ...
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æther Alps beneath birds blessings bloom bosom breast breath breeze bright bursts busy busy Bee cheerful clouds cold courser crown'd delight dewy distant DRYDEN DRYDEN'S VIRGIL earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes father William flocks flood flower fragrant gale glory golden GRAMPUS green ground groves hare Hare and Tortoise heart Heaven hills Hippopotamus horns huntsman hyæna kiss of love lark light limbs lonely marmot mead mighty heart morn mountains murmur night o'er Orphan Boy painted banks pass'd Piedmontese pine-apples plain POPE'S HOMER pride Propontis rage rise roar rocks roll rubies rich sails shade shepherd shining shore shower silver pheasant sings skies sleep smiling snow song sound spread spring storms stream swain sweet swell tawny eagle tear tempest thee thou busy busy thro thrush tide toil torrent tortoise trees trembling vale vernal WAR HORSE warbling wave wide winds wings Winter woods young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
18. oldal - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
67. oldal - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again ; The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
104. oldal - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
4. oldal - O tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know.
55. oldal - Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
31. oldal - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
144. oldal - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
102. oldal - What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
48. oldal - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
120. oldal - Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.