Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin1804 |
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Pagina 2
... eyes are weak and dim with age , No road , no path , can I defcry , And these poor rags ill ftand the rage Of fuch a keen inclement sky . " So faint I am - thefe tottering feet No more my palfied frame can bear ; My freezing heart ...
... eyes are weak and dim with age , No road , no path , can I defcry , And these poor rags ill ftand the rage Of fuch a keen inclement sky . " So faint I am - thefe tottering feet No more my palfied frame can bear ; My freezing heart ...
Pagina 10
... eye To think yon playful kid must die ; From cryftal fpring , and flowery mead , Muft , in his prime of life , recede ! Erewhile , in fportive circles , round She faw him wheel , and frifk , and bound ; From rock to rock purfue his way ...
... eye To think yon playful kid must die ; From cryftal fpring , and flowery mead , Muft , in his prime of life , recede ! Erewhile , in fportive circles , round She faw him wheel , and frifk , and bound ; From rock to rock purfue his way ...
Pagina 11
... eye my lawns with verdure bright , And seem all ravished at the fight . She tells with what delight he flood To trace his features in the flood : Then skipp'd aloof with quaint amaze ; And then drew near again to gaze . She tells me how ...
... eye my lawns with verdure bright , And seem all ravished at the fight . She tells with what delight he flood To trace his features in the flood : Then skipp'd aloof with quaint amaze ; And then drew near again to gaze . She tells me how ...
Pagina 14
... eyes in balmy fleep , and foft repose ; The winds no longer whifper through the woods , Nor murmuring tides difturb the gentle floods . The ftars in filent order moved around , And peace with downy wings was brooding on the ground . The ...
... eyes in balmy fleep , and foft repose ; The winds no longer whifper through the woods , Nor murmuring tides difturb the gentle floods . The ftars in filent order moved around , And peace with downy wings was brooding on the ground . The ...
Pagina 20
... before mine eyes ! First from England's fouthern shore ' Crofs the channel we would foar , And our vent'rous courfe advance To the lively plains of France ; Sport The Swallow . Sport among the feather'd choir On the The Swallow.
... before mine eyes ! First from England's fouthern shore ' Crofs the channel we would foar , And our vent'rous courfe advance To the lively plains of France ; Sport The Swallow . Sport among the feather'd choir On the The Swallow.
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Parole e frasi comuni
æther BARBAULD beautiful beneath birds bofom bound breaft bright bufy burſt buſy cheerful clouds courſe defcending defert diftant eaſtern ev'ry eyes fame father William feas feek feen fhade fhall fhepherd fhining fhore fide filent filver fing firſt fleep flocks flood flower fnow foar foft fome foon foul ftars ftill ftream fuch fummer fupply fwains fweet fwell gale green groves hare Heaven hills Hippopotamus hyæna kifs laſt light little hour marmot morn mountains night o'er painted banks paſs paſt pine-apples plain pleaſe pleaſure POPE'S HOMER praiſe Purſue Pyrenees rage reaſon rife riſe rocks rofe round rubies rich ſcene ſeen ſhade ſhining ſhore ſkies ſky ſmiling ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtill ſtore ſtorms ſweet tawny eagle tear tempeft thee theſe thirſt thou thro tide trees trembling united band vale VIRGIL waſte wave weft Whofe Whoſe winds wings Winter woods young youth
Brani popolari
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 32 - You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man ; Now tell me the reason, I pray. In the days of my youth...
Pagina 73 - While, lightly poised, the scaly brood In myriads cleave thy crystal flood ; The springing trout in speckled pride, The salmon, monarch of the tide ; The ruthless pike, intent on war, The silver eel, and mottled par. Devolving from thy parent lake, A charming maze thy waters make, By bowers of birch and groves of pine, And hedges flower'd with eglantine.
Pagina 107 - 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.
Pagina 59 - Ye mute Companions of my Toils, that bear In all my Griefs a more than equal Share!
Pagina 62 - By wintry famine rous'd, 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.
Pagina 22 - ... shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away. In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease, Together mixt; sweet recreation: And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Pagina 126 - On foreign mountains may the Sun refine The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine, With citron groves adorn a distant soil, And the fat olive swell with floods of oil : We envy not the warmer clime, that lies...