Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1806 |
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Side 32
... father William , " the young man cried , " The few locks that are left you are gray : You are hale , father William , a hearty old man ; Now tell me the reason , I pray . " " In the days of my youth , " father William replied , " I ...
... father William , " the young man cried , " The few locks that are left you are gray : You are hale , father William , a hearty old man ; Now tell me the reason , I pray . " " In the days of my youth , " father William replied , " I ...
Side 33
... father William re- plied , " I remember'd that youth could not last ; I thought of the future whatever I did , That I never might grieve for the past . " " You are old , father William , " the young man cried , " And life must be hast ...
... father William re- plied , " I remember'd that youth could not last ; I thought of the future whatever I did , That I never might grieve for the past . " " You are old , father William , " the young man cried , " And life must be hast ...
Side 85
... father's love , no mother's joy , Nor kin nor kind to take my part . My lodging is the cold , cold ground ; I eat the bread of charity ; And when the kiss of love goes round There is no kiss , alas ! for me . Yet 86 The Orphan Boy . Yet ...
... father's love , no mother's joy , Nor kin nor kind to take my part . My lodging is the cold , cold ground ; I eat the bread of charity ; And when the kiss of love goes round There is no kiss , alas ! for me . Yet 86 The Orphan Boy . Yet ...
Side 86
... round , There soon should be no kiss for me . A scarlet coat my father took , And sword as bright as bright could be ; And feathers , that so gaily look , All in a shining cap had he . Then The Orphan Boy . Then how my little heart did.
... round , There soon should be no kiss for me . A scarlet coat my father took , And sword as bright as bright could be ; And feathers , that so gaily look , All in a shining cap had he . Then The Orphan Boy . Then how my little heart did.
Side 87
... father said he'd bring ; But ah ! it brought my father dead . My mother shriek'd : her heart was woe : She clasp'd me to her trembling knee . O God ! that you may never know How wild a kiss she gave to me ! But once again -- but once ...
... father said he'd bring ; But ah ! it brought my father dead . My mother shriek'd : her heart was woe : She clasp'd me to her trembling knee . O God ! that you may never know How wild a kiss she gave to me ! But once again -- but once ...
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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
Populære avsnitt
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 55 - Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Side 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.
Side 144 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
Side 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.
Side 48 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Side 120 - Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.