Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1806 |
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... waste behind . 66 My eyes are weak and dim with age , No road , no path , can I descry , And these poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen inclement sky . " So faint I am - these tottering feet No more my palsied frame can bear ; My ...
... waste behind . 66 My eyes are weak and dim with age , No road , no path , can I descry , And these poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen inclement sky . " So faint I am - these tottering feet No more my palsied frame can bear ; My ...
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... waste of air he darts his sight , And holds his sounding pinions pois'd for flight ; With cruel eye premeditates the war , And marks his destined victim from afar : Descending in a whirlwind to the ground , His pinions like the rush of ...
... waste of air he darts his sight , And holds his sounding pinions pois'd for flight ; With cruel eye premeditates the war , And marks his destined victim from afar : Descending in a whirlwind to the ground , His pinions like the rush of ...
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... waste the plain . Thick on his side the hollow blows resound : The patient animal maintains his ground , Scarce from the field with all their efforts chas'd , And stirs but slowly when he stirs at last . POPE'S HOMER . HARVEST . THE ...
... waste the plain . Thick on his side the hollow blows resound : The patient animal maintains his ground , Scarce from the field with all their efforts chas'd , And stirs but slowly when he stirs at last . POPE'S HOMER . HARVEST . THE ...
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... waste hides all the works of men ; The circling seas , alone absorbing all , - Drink the dissolving fleeces as they fall . POPE'S HOMER . THE TORRENT . WHEN Some big torrent from a mountain's brow Bursts , pours , and thunders down the ...
... waste hides all the works of men ; The circling seas , alone absorbing all , - Drink the dissolving fleeces as they fall . POPE'S HOMER . THE TORRENT . WHEN Some big torrent from a mountain's brow Bursts , pours , and thunders down the ...
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... waste The driver Hassan with his camels pass'd ; One cruise of water on his back he bore , And his light scrip contain'd a scanty store ; A fan of painted feathers in his hand , To guard his shaded face from scorching sand . The Hassan ...
... waste The driver Hassan with his camels pass'd ; One cruise of water on his back he bore , And his light scrip contain'd a scanty store ; A fan of painted feathers in his hand , To guard his shaded face from scorching sand . The Hassan ...
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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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 55 - Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 144 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 48 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Сторінка 120 - Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.