Poetry for Children: Consisting of Short Pieces to be Committed to MemoryLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1820 - 168 pages |
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... side . MASON . TREES AND PLANTS . SAY , know'st thou why the beech delights the glade With boughs extended and a rounder shade , Whilst towering firs in conic forms arise , And with a pointed spear divide the skies ? Or why again the ...
... side . MASON . TREES AND PLANTS . SAY , know'st thou why the beech delights the glade With boughs extended and a rounder shade , Whilst towering firs in conic forms arise , And with a pointed spear divide the skies ? Or why again the ...
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... side ; Cross the towering Pyrenees , ' Mid myrtle groves and orange trees ; Entering then the wild domain 21 Where wolves prowl round the flocks of Spain , Where silk - worms spin , and olives grow , And mules plod surely on and slow ...
... side ; Cross the towering Pyrenees , ' Mid myrtle groves and orange trees ; Entering then the wild domain 21 Where wolves prowl round the flocks of Spain , Where silk - worms spin , and olives grow , And mules plod surely on and slow ...
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... sides reflect a gleaming light : On his large forehead spreading horns he wears ; And high in air the branching antlers bears : O'er many an inch extends his wide domain , And his rich treasury swells with hoarded grain . MRS . BARBAULD ...
... sides reflect a gleaming light : On his large forehead spreading horns he wears ; And high in air the branching antlers bears : O'er many an inch extends his wide domain , And his rich treasury swells with hoarded grain . MRS . BARBAULD ...
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... side while fresh the blood distills , He bounds aloft , and scuds from hill to hill ; Till , life's warm vapour issuing thro ' the wound , Wild mountain wolves the fainting beast sur- round . Just as their jaws his prostrate limbs ...
... side while fresh the blood distills , He bounds aloft , and scuds from hill to hill ; Till , life's warm vapour issuing thro ' the wound , Wild mountain wolves the fainting beast sur- round . Just as their jaws his prostrate limbs ...
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... sides a wooden tempest rain , Crops the wide harvest , and lays 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 ...
... sides a wooden tempest rain , Crops the wide harvest , and lays 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 ...
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ADDISON æther Alps beneath bird blessings bloom blows bosom bound bowers breast breath bright bursts busy Bee cheerful clouds cold courser crown'd delight descend desert dewy distant distant soil 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 heav'n herds hill Hippopotamus horns hyæna kiss of love lark light limbs lonely marmot mead morn mountains murmur night o'er Orphan Boy painted banks pass'd Piedmontese pine-apples plain POPE'S HOMER pride Propontis rage rise rocks roll rubies rich shade shepherd shining shore shower silver pheasant sings skies sleep smiling snow song soul sound spread spring storms stream stretch'd swain sweet swell tawny eagle tear tempest thee thou busy thro tide toil torrent tortoise tow'ring trees trembling vale verdant vernal waves wild winds wings Winter woods young youth
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Page 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.
Page 71 - 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.
Page 72 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source ; No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white, round...
Page 107 - Tu-who, a merry note, 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.
Page 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.
Page 108 - 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.
Page 62 - By wintry famine roused, 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.
Page 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.
Page 32 - And pleasures with youth pass away; And yet you lament not the days that are gone; Now tell me the reason, I pray."
Page 35 - 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.