The English Reading Book in Verse: Adapted to Domestic and to School EducationLongman, 1822 - 212 pàgines |
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Pàgina 1
... beneath the sunny beam . Oh ! haste thee , while the softest showers Are vegetating Nature's flowers , To animate the insect brood , And cater thus thy fluttering food . Oh ! come and wantonly partake , Of every banquet Sol can make ...
... beneath the sunny beam . Oh ! haste thee , while the softest showers Are vegetating Nature's flowers , To animate the insect brood , And cater thus thy fluttering food . Oh ! come and wantonly partake , Of every banquet Sol can make ...
Pàgina 3
... beneath the fowler's form , With cruel aim , thy bliss annoy'd ? Or truant boy , intent on harm , With careless joy , thy young destroy'd ? If ' tis thy lot these woes to prove , Thy plaintive strain still let me hear ; For as thou wail ...
... beneath the fowler's form , With cruel aim , thy bliss annoy'd ? Or truant boy , intent on harm , With careless joy , thy young destroy'd ? If ' tis thy lot these woes to prove , Thy plaintive strain still let me hear ; For as thou wail ...
Pàgina 4
... beneath a cloud he sweeps along , Lost for a while , yet pours the varied song ; The eye still follows , and the cloud moves by , Again he stretches up the azure sky ; His form , his motion , undistinguish'd quite , Save ENGLISH READING ...
... beneath a cloud he sweeps along , Lost for a while , yet pours the varied song ; The eye still follows , and the cloud moves by , Again he stretches up the azure sky ; His form , his motion , undistinguish'd quite , Save ENGLISH READING ...
Pàgina 15
... beneath the thorn , Ye rear your unassuming heads , And brave the cold and cheerless morn Of early March ; not yet are past The wint'ry cloud , the sullen blast , Which , when your fragrant buds shall blow , May lay these purple ...
... beneath the thorn , Ye rear your unassuming heads , And brave the cold and cheerless morn Of early March ; not yet are past The wint'ry cloud , the sullen blast , Which , when your fragrant buds shall blow , May lay these purple ...
Pàgina 17
... beneath thy scarlet vest , Contrasting with the corn - flower blue . Autumnal months behold thy gaudy leaves , Bend in the rustling gale , amid the tawny leaves . From the first bud , whose venturous head , The winter's lingering ...
... beneath thy scarlet vest , Contrasting with the corn - flower blue . Autumnal months behold thy gaudy leaves , Bend in the rustling gale , amid the tawny leaves . From the first bud , whose venturous head , The winter's lingering ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
æther Amid Aspasio Autumn azure beauty behold bend beneath bird blast bloom Bloomfield blow breath breeze bright brow buds busy bee calm charms cheerful clouds Cowper dark darts deep delight dews dewy divine e'en e'er earth eternal fading fair flame flood flowers fragrant gale gleam gloom glory glow GLOW-WORM green grove hail harebell heart heaven hills hour insect light Mighty winds mingling moon morn mountains muse Nature's night nymphs o'er orbs perfume pine-apples plain praise pride reign rill rise roar rock rolling rose round scene seem'd shade shine shining day shower shrubs silent sing skies smile soft song soul sound spread spring stars storm stream sweet SWEET violets swell tempest thee thine Thomson thou busy thunder rolls trembling vale voice wandering wave whence wide wild winds wing winter woods
Passatges populars
Pàgina 82 - Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven; On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Pàgina 142 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Pàgina 186 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Pàgina 105 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Pàgina 143 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Pàgina xii - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Pàgina 92 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise His works behold, Both day and night.
Pàgina 174 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Pàgina 81 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, God-like erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty, seemed lords of all, And worthy seemed; for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure— Severe, but in true filial freedom placed, Whence true authority in men: though both Not equal, as their sex not equal seemed; For contemplation he and valour formed, For softness she and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him.
Pàgina 97 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.