Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1806 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 8
Página 15
... beauty bright ; That bids each dewy - spangled flowret rise , And dart around its vermeil dyes ; C 2 Bids 16 Trees and Plants . Bids silver lustre grace yon Fortitude To Morning The Linnet Fortitude A Simile The Winter Friend Italy.
... beauty bright ; That bids each dewy - spangled flowret rise , And dart around its vermeil dyes ; C 2 Bids 16 Trees and Plants . Bids silver lustre grace yon Fortitude To Morning The Linnet Fortitude A Simile The Winter Friend Italy.
Página 36
... beauty lost : No distant landscapes draw our curious eyes , Wrapt in night's robe the whole creation lies . Yet still even now , while darkness clothes the land , We view the traces of th ' almighty hand ; Millions of stars in heaven's ...
... beauty lost : No distant landscapes draw our curious eyes , Wrapt in night's robe the whole creation lies . Yet still even now , while darkness clothes the land , We view the traces of th ' almighty hand ; Millions of stars in heaven's ...
Página 52
... Beauty's ears , Not the bright stars which night's blue arch adorn , Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn , Shine with such lustre as the tear that breaks For others ' woe down virtue's manly cheeks . DARWIN . ASCENDING THE ALPS ...
... Beauty's ears , Not the bright stars which night's blue arch adorn , Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn , Shine with such lustre as the tear that breaks For others ' woe down virtue's manly cheeks . DARWIN . ASCENDING THE ALPS ...
Página 125
... the gloomy face of nature gay , Giv'st beauty to the sun , and pleasure to the day . On foreign mountains may the sun refine The grape's soft juice , and mellew it to wine ; M 3 With 126 Patriotism - Cato . With citron groves adorn a.
... the gloomy face of nature gay , Giv'st beauty to the sun , and pleasure to the day . On foreign mountains may the sun refine The grape's soft juice , and mellew it to wine ; M 3 With 126 Patriotism - Cato . With citron groves adorn a.
Página 149
... beauty glows ! But ere to - morrow's setting sun Thy beauty fades , thy form is gone . Yet though no grace thy buds retain , Thy pleasing odour still remain . Ye fair , betimes the moral prize , ' Tis lasting beauty to be wise ! DRYDEN ...
... beauty glows ! But ere to - morrow's setting sun Thy beauty fades , thy form is gone . Yet though no grace thy buds retain , Thy pleasing odour still remain . Ye fair , betimes the moral prize , ' Tis lasting beauty to be wise ! DRYDEN ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todo
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 55 - Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Página 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.
Página 144 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
Página 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.
Página 48 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Página 120 - Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.