Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1806 |
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... grow And mules plod surely on and slow . Steering then for many a day + - Far to south our course away , From Gibraltar's rocky steep Dashing o'er the foaming deep , On sultry Afric's fruitful shore We'd rest at length , our journey o ...
... grow And mules plod surely on and slow . Steering then for many a day + - Far to south our course away , From Gibraltar's rocky steep Dashing o'er the foaming deep , On sultry Afric's fruitful shore We'd rest at length , our journey o ...
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... grown , with fixt amaze And distant awe , presumes to gaze ; Munches the linen on the lines , And on a hood or apron dines : He steals my little master's bread , Follows the servants to be fed : Nearer and nearer now he stands , To feel ...
... grown , with fixt amaze And distant awe , presumes to gaze ; Munches the linen on the lines , And on a hood or apron dines : He steals my little master's bread , Follows the servants to be fed : Nearer and nearer now he stands , To feel ...
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... grows drowsy as onward we roam , And he and his master both pine for their home . Let your charity then hasten back to his cot The poor Piedmontese with his harmless marmot .. ORIGINAL , MOONLIGHT . WHEN the fair moon , refulgent lamp ...
... grows drowsy as onward we roam , And he and his master both pine for their home . Let your charity then hasten back to his cot The poor Piedmontese with his harmless marmot .. ORIGINAL , MOONLIGHT . WHEN the fair moon , refulgent lamp ...
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... we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthen'd way ; Th ' increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes ; Hills peep o'er hills , and Alps on Alps arise . POPE . The Four Seasons . THE FOUR SEASONS . SPRING . Darwin.
... we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthen'd way ; Th ' increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes ; Hills peep o'er hills , and Alps on Alps arise . POPE . The Four Seasons . THE FOUR SEASONS . SPRING . Darwin.
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... grows , And spreads along the field in equal rows . GAY . NOON . WHEN heifers seek the shade and cooling lake , And in the middle pathway basks the snake ; O lead me , guard me , from the sultry hours ! Hide me , ye forests , in your ...
... grows , And spreads along the field in equal rows . GAY . NOON . WHEN heifers seek the shade and cooling lake , And in the middle pathway basks the snake ; O lead me , guard me , from the sultry hours ! Hide me , ye forests , in your ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 55 - Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Página 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.
Página 144 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
Página 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.
Página 48 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Página 120 - Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.