Poetry for Children: Consisting of Short Pieces to be Committed to MemoryLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1820 - 168ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... thee I hail the time of flowers , When heaven is filled with music swee Of birds among the bowers . The schoolboy wandering in the wood To pull the flowers so gay , Starts - thy curious voice to hear , And imitates thy lay . Soon as the ...
... thee I hail the time of flowers , When heaven is filled with music swee Of birds among the bowers . The schoolboy wandering in the wood To pull the flowers so gay , Starts - thy curious voice to hear , And imitates thy lay . Soon as the ...
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... thee ? Fed with nourishment divine , The dewy mornings gentle wine . Nature waits upon thee still , And thy verdant cup does fill . Thou dost drink and dance and sing , Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see ...
... thee ? Fed with nourishment divine , The dewy mornings gentle wine . Nature waits upon thee still , And thy verdant cup does fill . Thou dost drink and dance and sing , Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see ...
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... Thee country hinds with gladness hear , Prophet of the ripened year ! To thee , of all things upon earth , Life is no longer than thy mirth . Happy insect ! happy thou Dost neither age nor winter know ; But when thou'st drunk , and ...
... Thee country hinds with gladness hear , Prophet of the ripened year ! To thee , of all things upon earth , Life is no longer than thy mirth . Happy insect ! happy thou Dost neither age nor winter know ; But when thou'st drunk , and ...
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... thee Over land and over sea , What streams would flow , what cities rise , What landscapes dance before mine eyes ! First from England's southern shore ' Cross the channel we would soar , And our vent'rous course advance To the lively ...
... thee Over land and over sea , What streams would flow , what cities rise , What landscapes dance before mine eyes ! First from England's southern shore ' Cross the channel we would soar , And our vent'rous course advance To the lively ...
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... 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 sprightly trumpets , and the shouts of war , Pricks up his ears , and trembling with delight ...
... 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 sprightly trumpets , and the shouts of war , Pricks up his ears , and trembling with delight ...
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22 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
107 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
108 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
88 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - And pleasures with youth pass away; And yet you lament not the days that are gone; Now tell me the reason, I pray."
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.