Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1804 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 18 találatból.
4. oldal
... vocal vale , An annual gueft in other lands , Another fpring to hail . Sweet bird , thy bower is ever green , Thy fky is ever clear ; hou haft no forrow in thy song , No winter in thy year ! A ! THE BLIND BOY . O SAY , what is.
... vocal vale , An annual gueft in other lands , Another fpring to hail . Sweet bird , thy bower is ever green , Thy fky is ever clear ; hou haft no forrow in thy song , No winter in thy year ! A ! THE BLIND BOY . O SAY , what is.
9. oldal
... Sweet ufher of the vocal throng ! Nature directs his warbling throat , And all that hear admire the fong . Yon bulfinch , with unvary'd tone , Of cadence harsh and accent fhrill , Has brighter plumage to atone For want of harmony and ...
... Sweet ufher of the vocal throng ! Nature directs his warbling throat , And all that hear admire the fong . Yon bulfinch , with unvary'd tone , Of cadence harsh and accent fhrill , Has brighter plumage to atone For want of harmony and ...
33. oldal
... " father William replied , " Let the cause thy attention engage : In the days of my youth I remember'd my God , And he hath not forgotten my age . ' " 9 ANTHOLOGY . THE 34 The Traveller's Return . THE TRAVELLER'S RETURN . SWEET.
... " father William replied , " Let the cause thy attention engage : In the days of my youth I remember'd my God , And he hath not forgotten my age . ' " 9 ANTHOLOGY . THE 34 The Traveller's Return . THE TRAVELLER'S RETURN . SWEET.
34. oldal
... to him Most pleasant melody . And when the evening light decays , And all is calm around , There is fweet mufic to his ear In the diftant fheep - bell's found . And To Fortune . And sweet the neighbouring church's bell That.
... to him Most pleasant melody . And when the evening light decays , And all is calm around , There is fweet mufic to his ear In the diftant fheep - bell's found . And To Fortune . And sweet the neighbouring church's bell That.
35. oldal
Poetry Lucy Aikin. To Fortune . And sweet the neighbouring church's bell That marks his journey's bourn ; But sweeter is the voice of love That welcomes his return ! TO FORTUNE . 35 ANTHOLOGY . I CARE not , Fortune , what you me deny ...
Poetry Lucy Aikin. To Fortune . And sweet the neighbouring church's bell That marks his journey's bourn ; But sweeter is the voice of love That welcomes his return ! TO FORTUNE . 35 ANTHOLOGY . I CARE not , Fortune , what you me deny ...
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æther BARBAULD beautiful beneath birds bofom bound breaft bright bufy burſt buſy cheerful clouds courſe defcending defert diftant eaſtern ev'ry eyes fame father William feas feek feen fhade fhall fhepherd fhining fhore fide filent filver fing firſt fleep flocks flood flower fnow foar foft fome foon foul ftars ftill ftream fuch fummer fupply fwains fweet fwell gale green groves hare Heaven hills Hippopotamus hyæna kifs laſt light little hour marmot morn mountains night o'er painted banks paſs paſt pine-apples plain pleaſe pleaſure POPE'S HOMER praiſe Purſue Pyrenees rage reaſon rife riſe rocks rofe round rubies rich ſcene ſeen ſhade ſhining ſhore ſkies ſky ſmiling ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtill ſtore ſtorms ſweet tawny eagle tear tempeft thee theſe thirſt thou thro tide trees trembling united band vale VIRGIL waſte wave weft Whofe Whoſe winds wings Winter woods young youth
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141. oldal - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side : The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean tide ; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
22. 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.
88. oldal - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
32. oldal - You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man ; Now tell me the reason, I pray. In the days of my youth...
73. oldal - While, lightly poised, the scaly brood In myriads cleave thy crystal flood ; The springing trout in speckled pride, The salmon, monarch of the tide ; The ruthless pike, intent on war, The silver eel, and mottled par. Devolving from thy parent lake, A charming maze thy waters make, By bowers of birch and groves of pine, And hedges flower'd with eglantine.
107. oldal - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
59. oldal - Ye mute Companions of my Toils, that bear In all my Griefs a more than equal Share!
62. oldal - By wintry famine rous'd, from all the tract Of horrid mountains which the 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, pouring o'er the country, bear along, Keen as the north wind sweeps the glossy snow. All is their prize.
22. oldal - ... shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away. In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease, Together mixt; sweet recreation: And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
126. oldal - On foreign mountains may the Sun refine The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine, With citron groves adorn a distant soil, And the fat olive swell with floods of oil : We envy not the warmer clime, that lies...