Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1804 |
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... eye , And feels for all that lives . MRS . BARBAULD , 25 BIRDS , SAY , who the various nations can declare That plow with bufy wing the peopled air ? These cleave the crumbling bark for infect food , Those dip their crooked beak in ...
... eye , And feels for all that lives . MRS . BARBAULD , 25 BIRDS , SAY , who the various nations can declare That plow with bufy wing the peopled air ? These cleave the crumbling bark for infect food , Those dip their crooked beak in ...
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... eye premeditates the war , And marks his deftined victim from afar : Descending in a whirlwind to the ground , His pinions like the rush of waters found ; The fairest of the fold he bears away , And to his neft compels the struggling ...
... eye premeditates the war , And marks his deftined victim from afar : Descending in a whirlwind to the ground , His pinions like the rush of waters found ; The fairest of the fold he bears away , And to his neft compels the struggling ...
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... eyes , with gems embofs'd , Inlaid with pearl , and mark'd with various stains Of lively crimson through their dufky veins . Some shoot like living ftars athwart the night , And scatter from their wings a vivid light , To guide the ...
... eyes , with gems embofs'd , Inlaid with pearl , and mark'd with various stains Of lively crimson through their dufky veins . Some shoot like living ftars athwart the night , And scatter from their wings a vivid light , To guide the ...
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... eyes : For every shrub , and every blade of grass , And every pointed thorn feem'd wrought in glass ; In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns fhow , While through the ice the crimson berries glow . The thick - fprung reeds , which ...
... eyes : For every shrub , and every blade of grass , And every pointed thorn feem'd wrought in glass ; In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns fhow , While through the ice the crimson berries glow . The thick - fprung reeds , which ...
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... eyes , Wrapt in night's robe the whole creation lies , Yet ftill even now , while darkness clothes the land , We view the traces of th ' almighty hand ; Millions of ftars in heaven's wide vault appear , And with new glories hang the ...
... eyes , Wrapt in night's robe the whole creation lies , Yet ftill even now , while darkness clothes the land , We view the traces of th ' almighty hand ; Millions of ftars in heaven's wide vault appear , And with new glories hang the ...
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æther BARBAULD beautiful beneath birds bofom bound breaft bright bufy burſt buſy cheerful clouds courſe defcending defert diftant eaſtern ev'ry eyes fame father William feas feek feen fhade fhall fhepherd fhining fhore fide filent filver fing firſt fleep flocks flood flower fnow foar foft fome foon foul ftars ftill ftream fuch fummer fupply fwains fweet fwell gale green groves hare Heaven hills Hippopotamus hyæna kifs laſt light little hour marmot morn mountains night o'er painted banks paſs paſt pine-apples plain pleaſe pleaſure POPE'S HOMER praiſe Purſue Pyrenees rage reaſon rife riſe rocks rofe round rubies rich ſcene ſeen ſhade ſhining ſhore ſkies ſky ſmiling ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtill ſtore ſtorms ſweet tawny eagle tear tempeft thee theſe thirſt thou thro tide trees trembling united band vale VIRGIL waſte wave weft Whofe Whoſe winds wings Winter woods young youth
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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...