Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1804 |
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الصفحة 1
... 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.
الصفحة 3
... hands in theirs , And bufily the good old dame A comfortable mefs prepares . Their kindness cheered his drooping foul , And flowly down his wrinkled cheek The big round tears were seen to roll , And told the thanks he could not speak ...
... hands in theirs , And bufily the good old dame A comfortable mefs prepares . Their kindness cheered his drooping foul , And flowly down his wrinkled cheek The big round tears were seen to roll , And told the thanks he could not speak ...
الصفحة 17
... hand ? Along the funny bank , or watery mead , Ten thousand ftalks their various bloffoms fpread . Peaceful and lowly in their native foil , They neither know to fpin nor care to toil ; Yet with confeft magnificence deride Our vile ...
... hand ? Along the funny bank , or watery mead , Ten thousand ftalks their various bloffoms fpread . Peaceful and lowly in their native foil , They neither know to fpin nor care to toil ; Yet with confeft magnificence deride Our vile ...
الصفحة 18
... . Rejoiced he finds his morning fare , His dinner lies - he knows not where-- Still to th ' unfailing hand he chants His grateful fong , and never wants . WILLIAMS . THE The Dead Sparrow . 19 THE DEAD SPARROW . TELL The Thrush.
... . Rejoiced he finds his morning fare , His dinner lies - he knows not where-- Still to th ' unfailing hand he chants His grateful fong , and never wants . WILLIAMS . THE The Dead Sparrow . 19 THE DEAD SPARROW . TELL The Thrush.
الصفحة 27
... hand , The congregated nations wing their way In dusky columns o'er the trackless sea ; In clouds unnumber'd annual hover o'er The craggy Bafs , or Kilda's utmost shore ; Thence spread their fails to meet the fouthern wind , And leave ...
... hand , The congregated nations wing their way In dusky columns o'er the trackless sea ; In clouds unnumber'd annual hover o'er The craggy Bafs , or Kilda's utmost shore ; Thence spread their fails to meet the fouthern wind , And leave ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 32 - You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man ; Now tell me the reason, I pray. In the days of my youth...
الصفحة 73 - While, lightly poised, the scaly brood In myriads cleave thy crystal flood ; The springing trout in speckled pride, The salmon, monarch of the tide ; The ruthless pike, intent on war, The silver eel, and mottled par. Devolving from thy parent lake, A charming maze thy waters make, By bowers of birch and groves of pine, And hedges flower'd with eglantine.
الصفحة 107 - 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.
الصفحة 59 - Ye mute Companions of my Toils, that bear In all my Griefs a more than equal Share!
الصفحة 62 - By wintry famine rous'd, 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.
الصفحة 22 - ... shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away. In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease, Together mixt; sweet recreation: And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
الصفحة 126 - On foreign mountains may the Sun refine The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine, With citron groves adorn a distant soil, And the fat olive swell with floods of oil : We envy not the warmer clime, that lies...