Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1804 |
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... gale , And leave their fordid spoils , and high in æther fail . " Lo ! the bright train their radiant wings unfold , With filver fringed and freckled o'er with gold . On the gay bofom of fome fragrant flower They idly flutt'ring live ...
... gale , And leave their fordid spoils , and high in æther fail . " Lo ! the bright train their radiant wings unfold , With filver fringed and freckled o'er with gold . On the gay bofom of fome fragrant flower They idly flutt'ring live ...
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... gale ; With thepherds on the thymy down I love to pass the fummer's day , Or trace ( and mark the privet blown ) The fhady thicket's winding way . When lads and laffes , making hay , Chat mirthful in the verdant mead , I form for them ...
... gale ; With thepherds on the thymy down I love to pass the fummer's day , Or trace ( and mark the privet blown ) The fhady thicket's winding way . When lads and laffes , making hay , Chat mirthful in the verdant mead , I form for them ...
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... gale , The verdant orange lifts its beauteous head ; From every branch the balmy flow'rets rife , On every bough the golden fruits are feen ; With odours sweet it fills the smiling skies : But , in the midst of all its blooming pride ...
... gale , The verdant orange lifts its beauteous head ; From every branch the balmy flow'rets rife , On every bough the golden fruits are feen ; With odours sweet it fills the smiling skies : But , in the midst of all its blooming pride ...
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... , and walk again : The meanest flow'net of the vale , The fimpleft note that swells the gale , The common fun , the air , the skies , To him are op'ning paradise . WHITE , GRAI 72 The Whirlwind , -To Leven Water . THE WHIRLWIND.
... , and walk again : The meanest flow'net of the vale , The fimpleft note that swells the gale , The common fun , the air , the skies , To him are op'ning paradise . WHITE , GRAI 72 The Whirlwind , -To Leven Water . THE WHIRLWIND.
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... gale ; Kidlings , now , begin to crop Dailies on the dewy dale . NOON . FERVID on the glitt'ring flood Now the noontide radiance glows : Drooping o'er its infant bud , Not a dew - drop ' s left the rofe . By the brook the fhepherd dines ...
... gale ; Kidlings , now , begin to crop Dailies on the dewy dale . NOON . FERVID on the glitt'ring flood Now the noontide radiance glows : Drooping o'er its infant bud , Not a dew - drop ' s left the rofe . By the brook the fhepherd dines ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 32 - You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man ; Now tell me the reason, I pray. In the days of my youth...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 59 - Ye mute Companions of my Toils, that bear In all my Griefs a more than equal Share!
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...