Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1804 |
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... shepherd's cur , Sleeping on the heath - clad hill . Languid is the landscape round , Till the fresh descending shower , Grateful to the thirsty ground , Raifes every fainting flower . Now the hill , the hedge , are green , Now the ...
... shepherd's cur , Sleeping on the heath - clad hill . Languid is the landscape round , Till the fresh descending shower , Grateful to the thirsty ground , Raifes every fainting flower . Now the hill , the hedge , are green , Now the ...
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... shepherd drives his joyful flock ; From bowering beech the mower blithe With new - born vigour grafps the scythe ; While o'er the smooth unbounded meads Its laft faint gleam the rainbow fpreads . WARTON . Epitaph on a Lap - Dop ...
... shepherd drives his joyful flock ; From bowering beech the mower blithe With new - born vigour grafps the scythe ; While o'er the smooth unbounded meads Its laft faint gleam the rainbow fpreads . WARTON . Epitaph on a Lap - Dop ...
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... Shepherd people on the plain Pitch their tents and wander free , Wealthy cities they disdain , Poor - yet bleft with liberty . ORIGINAL . CHEERFULNESS . The honeft heart , whose thoughts are clear From fraud , difguife , and guile ...
... Shepherd people on the plain Pitch their tents and wander free , Wealthy cities they disdain , Poor - yet bleft with liberty . ORIGINAL . CHEERFULNESS . The honeft heart , whose thoughts are clear From fraud , difguife , and guile ...
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... : With hopeless with one looks and lingers , One breaks the glass and cuts his fingers ; But those whom truth and wifdom lead , Can gather honey from a weed . COWPER . Folding the Flocks . 133 FOLDING THE FLOCKS . SHEPHERDS.
... : With hopeless with one looks and lingers , One breaks the glass and cuts his fingers ; But those whom truth and wifdom lead , Can gather honey from a weed . COWPER . Folding the Flocks . 133 FOLDING THE FLOCKS . SHEPHERDS.
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Poetry Lucy Aikin. Folding the Flocks . 133 FOLDING THE FLOCKS . SHEPHERDS all , and maidens fair , Fold your flocks up ; for the air ' Gins to thicken , and the sun Already his great course hath run . See the dew - drops , how they kiss ...
Poetry Lucy Aikin. Folding the Flocks . 133 FOLDING THE FLOCKS . SHEPHERDS all , and maidens fair , Fold your flocks up ; for the air ' Gins to thicken , and the sun Already his great course hath run . See the dew - drops , how they kiss ...
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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...