Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1806 |
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الصفحة xii
... Sweets of Contentment The Leopard and the Looking - Glass Anon . 153 Somerville 154 To Winter The Whale Morning Vigour of Mind Anthology 155 Rowe 155 The Squirrel Canada The Thames frozen over The Shepherd's Home The Town in a Salt Mine ...
... Sweets of Contentment The Leopard and the Looking - Glass Anon . 153 Somerville 154 To Winter The Whale Morning Vigour of Mind Anthology 155 Rowe 155 The Squirrel Canada The Thames frozen over The Shepherd's Home The Town in a Salt Mine ...
الصفحة 4
... sweet 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 . V Soon as the pea puts on the bloom , Thou fly'st the vocal vale , An annual ...
... sweet 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 . V Soon as the pea puts on the bloom , Thou fly'st the vocal vale , An annual ...
الصفحة 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 . Shall The Fly . Shall mau , the great master of 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 . Shall The Fly . Shall mau , the great master of Hymn.
الصفحة 9
... sweet little prize I have found ! A robin that lay half benumbed on the ground ! I caught him and fed him and warmed in my breast , And now he's as nimble and blithe as the rest . Look , look how he flutters ! -He'll slip from my hold ...
... sweet little prize I have found ! A robin that lay half benumbed on the ground ! I caught him and fed him and warmed in my breast , And now he's as nimble and blithe as the rest . Look , look how he flutters ! -He'll slip from my hold ...
الصفحة 10
... sweet , would sound sadly to me . THE KID . ORIGINAL . A TEAR bedews my Delia's eye To think yon playful kid must die ; From crystal spring , and flowery mead , Must , in his prime of life , recede . Erewhile , in sportive circles ...
... sweet , would sound sadly to me . THE KID . ORIGINAL . A TEAR bedews my Delia's eye To think yon playful kid must die ; From crystal spring , and flowery mead , Must , in his prime of life , recede . Erewhile , in sportive circles ...
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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
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 55 - Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 144 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 48 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
الصفحة 120 - Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.