Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1806 |
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... rage Of such a keen inclement sky . " So faint I am - these tottering feet No more my palsied frame can bear ; My freezing heart forgets to beat , And drifting snows my tomb prepare . " Open your hospitable door , And shield me from the ...
... rage Of such a keen inclement sky . " So faint I am - these tottering feet No more my palsied frame can bear ; My freezing heart forgets to beat , And drifting snows my tomb prepare . " Open your hospitable door , And shield me from the ...
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... rage around , With snow the fields are cover'd o'er : Huge billows break with frightful sound , And roll their terrors to the shore . 57 WILLIAMS . A WISH . LET wealth , let fame , those dazzling gifts of fate , Bless all the wayward ...
... rage around , With snow the fields are cover'd o'er : Huge billows break with frightful sound , And roll their terrors to the shore . 57 WILLIAMS . A WISH . LET wealth , let fame , those dazzling gifts of fate , Bless all the wayward ...
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... rage ? Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign , Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine ? Ye mute companions of my toils , that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no springs in murmurs break away ...
... rage ? Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign , Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine ? Ye mute companions of my toils , that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no springs in murmurs break away ...
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... rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : ' And , fearful ! oft when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night , By hunger rous'd he scours the groaning plain , Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his ...
... rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : ' And , fearful ! oft when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night , By hunger rous'd he scours the groaning plain , Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his ...
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... rage , The clouds are crush'd , a flood of gather'd rain ain The hollow ditches fills , and floats the plain , And sailors furl their dropping sheets amain . DRYDEN . THE HUNTSMAN .. THE huntsman with merry - ton'd horn Bids valleys and ...
... rage , The clouds are crush'd , a flood of gather'd rain ain The hollow ditches fills , and floats the plain , And sailors furl their dropping sheets amain . DRYDEN . THE HUNTSMAN .. THE huntsman with merry - ton'd horn Bids valleys and ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 55 - Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Página 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.
Página 144 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
Página 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.
Página 48 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Página 120 - Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.