Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1806 |
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Pagina 13
... bursting thro ' the crackling sedge That crowns the current's caverned edge , Startles from the bordering wood The ... burst upon the dazzled sight ! There giant palins lift high their tufted heads ; The plantain wide his graceful ...
... bursting thro ' the crackling sedge That crowns the current's caverned edge , Startles from the bordering wood The ... burst upon the dazzled sight ! There giant palins lift high their tufted heads ; The plantain wide his graceful ...
Pagina 14
... bursts the deluge on the sinking shore , And teeming Plenty empties all her store . ORIGINAL . MIDNIGHT . " TWAS dead of night , when weary bodies close Their eyes in balmy sleep , and soft repose ; The winds no longer whisper through ...
... bursts the deluge on the sinking shore , And teeming Plenty empties all her store . ORIGINAL . MIDNIGHT . " TWAS dead of night , when weary bodies close Their eyes in balmy sleep , and soft repose ; The winds no longer whisper through ...
Pagina 28
... burst their silken shell ; Trembling awhile they stand , and scarcely dare To launch at once upon the untried air . At length assur'd , they catch the fav'ring gale And leave their sordid spoils , and high in æther sail . Lo ! the ...
... burst their silken shell ; Trembling awhile they stand , and scarcely dare To launch at once upon the untried air . At length assur'd , they catch the fav'ring gale And leave their sordid spoils , and high in æther sail . Lo ! the ...
Pagina 39
... bursts her way ; All drown'd in sweat , the panting mother flies , And the big tears roll trickling from her eyes . POPE'S HOMER . THE DEER AND SAVAGE BEASTS . WHEN the keen huntsman with a flying spear From the blind thicket wounds a ...
... bursts her way ; All drown'd in sweat , the panting mother flies , And the big tears roll trickling from her eyes . POPE'S HOMER . THE DEER AND SAVAGE BEASTS . WHEN the keen huntsman with a flying spear From the blind thicket wounds a ...
Pagina 42
... , A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains , rejoicing in the sight , Eye the blue vault , and bless the useful light . POPE'S HOMER . Snow . - The Torrent . 43 SNOW . WHEN Pope's Homer Original.
... , A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains , rejoicing in the sight , Eye the blue vault , and bless the useful light . POPE'S HOMER . Snow . - The Torrent . 43 SNOW . WHEN Pope's Homer Original.
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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
Populaire passages
Pagina 18 - 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.
Pagina 67 - 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.
Pagina 104 - 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.
Pagina 4 - 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.
Pagina 55 - Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Pagina 31 - 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.
Pagina 144 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
Pagina 102 - 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.
Pagina 48 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Pagina 120 - Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.