Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1804 |
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... landscape dark , Mute on a fudden is the lark ; But , when gleams the fun again O'er the pearl - besprinkled plain , And from behind his watery veil Looks through the thin defcending hail , She India . She mounts , and , leffening to the.
... landscape dark , Mute on a fudden is the lark ; But , when gleams the fun again O'er the pearl - besprinkled plain , And from behind his watery veil Looks through the thin defcending hail , She India . She mounts , and , leffening to the.
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Poetry Lucy Aikin. India . She mounts , and , leffening to the fight , Salutes the blythe return of light , And high her tuneful track purfues " Mid the dim rainbow's fcattered hues . Beneath a willow long forfook , The fisher feeks his ...
Poetry Lucy Aikin. India . She mounts , and , leffening to the fight , Salutes the blythe return of light , And high her tuneful track purfues " Mid the dim rainbow's fcattered hues . Beneath a willow long forfook , The fisher feeks his ...
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... Mount o'er the vales , and feem to tread the fky ; Th eternal fnows appear already past , And the first clouds and mountains feem the last . But , thofe attain'd , we tremble to furvey The growing labours of the lengthen'd way ; Th ...
... Mount o'er the vales , and feem to tread the fky ; Th eternal fnows appear already past , And the first clouds and mountains feem the last . But , thofe attain'd , we tremble to furvey The growing labours of the lengthen'd way ; Th ...
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... mounting fun the meadow glows , The fading herbage round he loosely throws . But if fome fign portend a lafting shower , Th ' experienc'd swain foresees the coming hour ; His funburnt hands the fcatt'ring fork forfake , And ruddy ...
... mounting fun the meadow glows , The fading herbage round he loosely throws . But if fome fign portend a lafting shower , Th ' experienc'd swain foresees the coming hour ; His funburnt hands the fcatt'ring fork forfake , And ruddy ...
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... mounting upward with erected flight , Gain on the skies and foar above the fight . And oft before tempeftuous winds arife , The seeming ftars fall headlong from the skies , And , fhooting thro ' the darkness , gild the night With ...
... mounting upward with erected flight , Gain on the skies and foar above the fight . And oft before tempeftuous winds arife , The seeming ftars fall headlong from the skies , And , fhooting thro ' the darkness , gild the night With ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 32 - You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man ; Now tell me the reason, I pray. In the days of my youth...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 59 - Ye mute Companions of my Toils, that bear In all my Griefs a more than equal Share!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...