Poetry for Children: Consisting of Short Pieces to be Committed to MemoryLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1820 - 168 oldal |
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26. oldal
... 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 That ...
... 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 That ...
28. oldal
... train their radiant wings unfold , With silver fringed and freckled o'er with gold . On the gay bosom of some fragrant flower They idly fiutt'ring live their little hour ; Their life all pleasure , and their task all play , All spring ...
... train their radiant wings unfold , With silver fringed and freckled o'er with gold . On the gay bosom of some fragrant flower They idly fiutt'ring live their little hour ; Their life all pleasure , and their task all play , All spring ...
40. oldal
... train ; Here , stretch'd in ranks , the levell'd swarths are found , Sheaves heap'd on sheaves here thicken up the ground . With sweeping stroke the mowers strow the lands ; The gath'rers follow , and collect in bands ; And last the ...
... train ; Here , stretch'd in ranks , the levell'd swarths are found , Sheaves heap'd on sheaves here thicken up the ground . With sweeping stroke the mowers strow the lands ; The gath'rers follow , and collect in bands ; And last the ...
60. oldal
... train . At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep , If aught of rest I find , upon my sleep : Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around , And wake to anguish with a burning wound , Thrice happy they , the wise contented poor ...
... train . At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep , If aught of rest I find , upon my sleep : Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around , And wake to anguish with a burning wound , Thrice happy they , the wise contented poor ...
70. oldal
... train ; To mark the swift , in rapid giddy ring , Dash round the steeple , unsubdued of wing : — Amusive birds ! say where your hid retreat When the frost rages , and the tempests beat ? Whence your return , by such nice instinct led ...
... train ; To mark the swift , in rapid giddy ring , Dash round the steeple , unsubdued of wing : — Amusive birds ! say where your hid retreat When the frost rages , and the tempests beat ? Whence your return , by such nice instinct led ...
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ADDISON æther Alps beneath bird blessings bloom blows bosom bound bowers breast breath bright bursts busy Bee cheerful clouds cold courser crown'd delight descend desert dewy distant distant soil 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 heav'n herds hill Hippopotamus horns hyæna kiss of love lark light limbs lonely marmot mead morn mountains murmur night o'er Orphan Boy painted banks pass'd Piedmontese pine-apples plain POPE'S HOMER pride Propontis rage rise rocks roll rubies rich shade shepherd shining shore shower silver pheasant sings skies sleep smiling snow song soul sound spread spring storms stream stretch'd swain sweet swell tawny eagle tear tempest thee thou busy thro tide toil torrent tortoise tow'ring trees trembling vale verdant vernal waves wild winds wings Winter woods young youth
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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.
71. 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.
72. oldal - Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source ; No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white, round...
107. oldal - Tu-who, a merry note, 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.
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.
108. 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.
62. oldal - By wintry famine roused, 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.
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 - And pleasures with youth pass away; And yet you lament not the days that are gone; Now tell me the reason, I pray."
35. 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.