Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1806 |
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Արդյունքներ 20–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 3
... 3 ORIGINAL . THE CUCKOO . HAIL , beauteous stranger of the wood , Attendant on the spring ! Now heaven repairs thy vernal seat , And woods thy welcome sing . B 2 Soo 4 The Cuckoo . Soon as the daisy decks the The Cuckoo.
... 3 ORIGINAL . THE CUCKOO . HAIL , beauteous stranger of the wood , Attendant on the spring ! Now heaven repairs thy vernal seat , And woods thy welcome sing . B 2 Soo 4 The Cuckoo . Soon as the daisy decks the The Cuckoo.
Էջ 5
... sing , Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see , All the plants belong to thee , All that summer hours produce , Fertile made with early juice . Man for thee does sow and plow ; Farmer he , and landlord thou ...
... sing , Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see , All the plants belong to thee , All that summer hours produce , Fertile made with early juice . Man for thee does sow and plow ; Farmer he , and landlord thou ...
Էջ 9
... sing , I am a king , Although a poor blind boy . CIRBER . 1 1 THE ROBIN . SEE , mamma , what a sweet little prize I have found ! A robin that lay half benumbed on the ground ! I caught him and fed him and warmed in my breast , And now ...
... sing , I am a king , Although a poor blind boy . CIRBER . 1 1 THE ROBIN . SEE , mamma , what a sweet little prize I have found ! A robin that lay half benumbed on the ground ! I caught him and fed him and warmed in my breast , And now ...
Էջ 18
... sings ; Enjoys the present with his mate , Unmindful of to - morrow's fate . Of true felicity possest , He glides through life supremely blest : And for his daily meal relies On Him whose love the world supplies . Rejoiced he finds his ...
... sings ; Enjoys the present with his mate , Unmindful of to - morrow's fate . Of true felicity possest , He glides through life supremely blest : And for his daily meal relies On Him whose love the world supplies . Rejoiced he finds his ...
Էջ 20
... sing dirges o'er his stone ! THE SWALLOW . SWALLOW ! that on rapid wing Sweep'st along in sportive ring , Now here , now there , now low , now high , Chasing keen the painted fly , - Could I skim away with thee Over land and over sea ...
... sing dirges o'er his stone ! THE SWALLOW . SWALLOW ! that on rapid wing Sweep'st along in sportive ring , Now here , now there , now low , now high , Chasing keen the painted fly , - Could I skim away with thee Over land and over sea ...
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 55 - Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Էջ 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.
Էջ 144 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 48 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Էջ 120 - Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.