Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1806 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 19 találatból.
14. oldal
... whisper through the woods , Nor murmuring tides disturb the gentle floods . The stars in silent order moved around , And peace with downy wings was brooding on the ground . The Fortitude . - To Morning . 15 The flocks and Midnight.
... whisper through the woods , Nor murmuring tides disturb the gentle floods . The stars in silent order moved around , And peace with downy wings was brooding on the ground . The Fortitude . - To Morning . 15 The flocks and Midnight.
16. oldal
Poetry Lucy Aikin. 16 Trees and Plants . Bids silver lustre grace yon sparkling tide , That winding warbles down the mountain's side . MASON . TREES AND PLANTS . SAY , know'st thou why the beech delights the glade , With boughs extended ...
Poetry Lucy Aikin. 16 Trees and Plants . Bids silver lustre grace yon sparkling tide , That winding warbles down the mountain's side . MASON . TREES AND PLANTS . SAY , know'st thou why the beech delights the glade , With boughs extended ...
21. oldal
... tide , Where Bourdeaux adorns his side ; f Cross the towering Pyrenees , ' Mid orange groves and myrtle trees ; Entering then the wild domain 21 Where wolves prowl round the flocks of Spain , Where silk - worms spin , and olives grow ...
... tide , Where Bourdeaux adorns his side ; f Cross the towering Pyrenees , ' Mid orange groves and myrtle trees ; Entering then the wild domain 21 Where wolves prowl round the flocks of Spain , Where silk - worms spin , and olives grow ...
45. oldal
... tides , And laves , in height of blood , his 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 ...
... tides , And laves , in height of blood , his 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 ...
47. oldal
... tide . 47 CROXALL . THE WAR HORSE . THE fiery courser , when he hears from far The sprightly trumpets , and the shouts of war , Pricks up his ears , and trembling with delight , Shifts place , and paws , and hopes the promis'd fight ...
... tide . 47 CROXALL . THE WAR HORSE . THE fiery courser , when he hears from far The sprightly trumpets , and the shouts of war , Pricks up his ears , and trembling with delight , Shifts place , and paws , and hopes the promis'd fight ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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.