Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1806 |
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... pleasure , and their task all play , All spring their age , and sun - shine all their day . Not so the child of sorrow , wretched man : His course with toil concludes , with pain began , That his high destiny he might discern , And in ...
... pleasure , and their task all play , All spring their age , and sun - shine all their day . Not so the child of sorrow , wretched man : His course with toil concludes , with pain began , That his high destiny he might discern , And in ...
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... man cried , " And pleasures with youth pass away , And yet you lament not the days that are gone : Now tell me the reason , I pray . " The Old Man's Comforts . 33 " In the days " In Youth Ealse Greatness The Old Man's Comforts.
... man cried , " And pleasures with youth pass away , And yet you lament not the days that are gone : Now tell me the reason , I pray . " The Old Man's Comforts . 33 " In the days " In Youth Ealse Greatness The Old Man's Comforts.
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... pleasure dwell . Let me thy clear , thy yielding wave With naked arm once more divide , In thee my glowing bosom lave , And cut the gently rolling tide . 47 CROXALL . THE WAR HORSE . THE fiery courser , when he hears from far The ...
... pleasure dwell . Let me thy clear , thy yielding wave With naked arm once more divide , In thee my glowing bosom lave , And cut the gently rolling tide . 47 CROXALL . THE WAR HORSE . THE fiery courser , when he hears from far The ...
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... pleasure proves his doom . The child in such simplicity About the bee - hive clings , And , with one drop of honey , he Receives a thousand stings . TO A BEE . THOU wert out betimes , thou busy busy Bee ! When abroad I took my early way ...
... pleasure proves his doom . The child in such simplicity About the bee - hive clings , And , with one drop of honey , he Receives a thousand stings . TO A BEE . THOU wert out betimes , thou busy busy Bee ! When abroad I took my early way ...
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... fix the luring bait : To wound the fowl I load the gun with fare . " T is thus through change of exercise I range , And strength and pleasure rise from every change . PARNEL To a Robin Redbreast . 97 TO A ROBIN REDBREAST Parnel.
... fix the luring bait : To wound the fowl I load the gun with fare . " T is thus through change of exercise I range , And strength and pleasure rise from every change . PARNEL To a Robin Redbreast . 97 TO A ROBIN REDBREAST Parnel.
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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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 55 - Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Seite 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.
Seite 144 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
Seite 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.
Seite 48 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Seite 120 - Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.