The English Reading Book in Verse: Adapted to Domestic and to School EducationLongman, 1822 - 212 من الصفحات |
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... green , Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , And mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers , When heaven is filled with music sweet Of birds among the bowers . The ...
... green , Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , And mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers , When heaven is filled with music sweet Of birds among the bowers . The ...
الصفحة 3
... green , Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year . O could I fly , I'd fly with thee ; We'd make , with social wing , Our annual visit round the globe , Companions of the Spring . THE REDBREAST ...
... green , Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year . O could I fly , I'd fly with thee ; We'd make , with social wing , Our annual visit round the globe , Companions of the Spring . THE REDBREAST ...
الصفحة 7
... green budding thorns that fringe the vale , The early Nightingale's prelusive note . ' Tis hope's instinctive power , which through the grove Tells how benignant heav'n revives the earth ; ' Tis the soft voice of young and timid love ...
... green budding thorns that fringe the vale , The early Nightingale's prelusive note . ' Tis hope's instinctive power , which through the grove Tells how benignant heav'n revives the earth ; ' Tis the soft voice of young and timid love ...
الصفحة 9
... no ruthless torrent of the sky , O'erwhelming , force thee , from thy dewy seat , Nor tempests tear thee from thy green retreat , And bid thee midst the humming myriads die ! Queen of the insect world ! what leaves delight ? IN VERSE . 9.
... no ruthless torrent of the sky , O'erwhelming , force thee , from thy dewy seat , Nor tempests tear thee from thy green retreat , And bid thee midst the humming myriads die ! Queen of the insect world ! what leaves delight ? IN VERSE . 9.
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... green thorn her silver buds Expands to May's enlivening beam ; Hottonia blushes on the floods ; And where the slowly trickling stream , ' Mid grass and spiry rushes stealing glides , Her lovely fringed flowers fair Menyanthes hides . In ...
... green thorn her silver buds Expands to May's enlivening beam ; Hottonia blushes on the floods ; And where the slowly trickling stream , ' Mid grass and spiry rushes stealing glides , Her lovely fringed flowers fair Menyanthes hides . In ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.