Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1806 |
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... and careless chat . When , hark ! a gentle hand they hear Low tapping at the bolted door , And thus , to gain their willing ear , A feeble voice was heard t ' implore : B Cold The Beggar Man . " Cold blows the blast across THE Beggar.
... and careless chat . When , hark ! a gentle hand they hear Low tapping at the bolted door , And thus , to gain their willing ear , A feeble voice was heard t ' implore : B Cold The Beggar Man . " Cold blows the blast across THE Beggar.
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... hands in theirs , And busily the good old dame A comfortable mess prepares . Their kindness cheer'd his drooping soul , And slowly down his wrinkled cheek The big round tears were seen to roll , And told the thanks he could not speak ...
... hands in theirs , And busily the good old dame A comfortable mess prepares . Their kindness cheer'd his drooping soul , And slowly down his wrinkled cheek The big round tears were seen to roll , And told the thanks he could not speak ...
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... hand ? Along the sunny bank , or watery mead , Ten thousand stalks their various blossoms spread . Peaceful and lowly in their rative soil , They neither know to spin nor care to toil ; Yet with confest magnificence deride Our vile ...
... hand ? Along the sunny bank , or watery mead , Ten thousand stalks their various blossoms spread . Peaceful and lowly in their rative soil , They neither know to spin nor care to toil ; Yet with confest magnificence deride Our vile ...
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... he finds his morning fare , His dinner lies - he knows not where- Still to th ' unfailing hand he chants His grateful song , and never wants . WILLIAMS . THE The Dead Sparrow . 19 THE DEAD SPARROW . TELL Pope Williams Williams The Thrush.
... he finds his morning fare , His dinner lies - he knows not where- Still to th ' unfailing hand he chants His grateful song , and never wants . WILLIAMS . THE The Dead Sparrow . 19 THE DEAD SPARROW . TELL Pope Williams Williams The Thrush.
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... hand , The congregated nations wing their way In dusky colums o'er the trackless sea ; In clouds unnumber'd annual hover o'er The craggy Bass , or Kilda's utmost shore ; Thence spread their sails to meet the southern wind , And leave ...
... hand , The congregated nations wing their way In dusky colums o'er the trackless sea ; In clouds unnumber'd annual hover o'er The craggy Bass , or Kilda's utmost shore ; Thence spread their sails to meet the southern wind , And leave ...
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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.