Poetry for Children: Consisting of Short Pieces to be Committed to MemoryLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1820 - 168 pàgines |
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Pàgina 4
... flowers , When heaven is filled with music swee Of birds among the bowers . The schoolboy wandering in the wood To pull the flowers so gay , Starts - thy curious voice to hear , And imitates thy lay . Soon as the pea puts on the bloom ...
... flowers , When heaven is filled with music swee Of birds among the bowers . The schoolboy wandering in the wood To pull the flowers so gay , Starts - thy curious voice to hear , And imitates thy lay . Soon as the pea puts on the bloom ...
Pàgina 6
... The myrtles that deck the gay bowers , The herbage that springs from the sod , Trees , plants , cooling fruits , and sweet flowers , All rise to the praise of my God . The Fly . Shall man , the great master of Cowley Hymn.
... The myrtles that deck the gay bowers , The herbage that springs from the sod , Trees , plants , cooling fruits , and sweet flowers , All rise to the praise of my God . The Fly . Shall man , the great master of Cowley Hymn.
Pàgina 17
... flower , A various instinct , or a different power ? Why should one earth , one clime , one stream , one breath , Raise this to strength , and sicken that to death ? Whence does it happen that the plant , which well We name the ...
... flower , A various instinct , or a different power ? Why should one earth , one clime , one stream , one breath , Raise this to strength , and sicken that to death ? Whence does it happen that the plant , which well We name the ...
Pàgina 23
... flower : Its name and hue the scentless plant retains , And winter lingers in its icy veins . To these succeed the violet's glossy blue , And each inferior flower of fainter hue ; Till riper months the perfect year disclose , And Flora ...
... flower : Its name and hue the scentless plant retains , And winter lingers in its icy veins . To these succeed the violet's glossy blue , And each inferior flower of fainter hue ; Till riper months the perfect year disclose , And Flora ...
Pàgina 28
... flower They idly fiutt'ring live their little hour ; Their life all pleasure , and their task all play , All spring their age , and sun - shine all their day . Not so the child of sorrow , wretched man , His course with toil concludes ...
... flower They idly fiutt'ring live their little hour ; Their life all pleasure , and their task all play , All spring their age , and sun - shine all their day . Not so the child of sorrow , wretched man , His course with toil concludes ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 22 - 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.
Pàgina 71 - 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.
Pàgina 72 - 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...
Pàgina 107 - 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.
Pàgina 141 - 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.
Pàgina 108 - 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.
Pàgina 62 - 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.
Pàgina 88 - 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.
Pàgina 32 - And pleasures with youth pass away; And yet you lament not the days that are gone; Now tell me the reason, I pray."
Pàgina 35 - 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.