Poetry for children, selected by W. Burdon, 681 leidimasWilliam Burdon 1805 |
Knygos viduje
Rezultatai 1–5 iš 6
31 psl.
... ev'ry courfe He took , ftill made her worse and worse . Mamma obferv'd the rising lass , By stealth retiring to the glass , To practise little airs unfeen , In the true genius of thirteen : On this a deep defign fhe laid To tame the ...
... ev'ry courfe He took , ftill made her worse and worse . Mamma obferv'd the rising lass , By stealth retiring to the glass , To practise little airs unfeen , In the true genius of thirteen : On this a deep defign fhe laid To tame the ...
34 psl.
... ev'ry grace ; Add to your breath a rich perfume ; And to your cheeks a fairer bloom : With luftre teach your eyes to glow ; And health and cheerfulaefs beftow . TO A REDBREAST . LITTLE bird , with bofom red 34.
... ev'ry grace ; Add to your breath a rich perfume ; And to your cheeks a fairer bloom : With luftre teach your eyes to glow ; And health and cheerfulaefs beftow . TO A REDBREAST . LITTLE bird , with bofom red 34.
68 psl.
... ev'ry furrow , in my grief - worn cheek Has been the channel to a flood of tears ! Yon houfe , erected on the rifing ground , With tempting aspect drew me from my road For plenty there a refidence has found , And grandeur a magnificent ...
... ev'ry furrow , in my grief - worn cheek Has been the channel to a flood of tears ! Yon houfe , erected on the rifing ground , With tempting aspect drew me from my road For plenty there a refidence has found , And grandeur a magnificent ...
82 psl.
... ev'ry good concern . And though difheart'ning scenes should rise , Let not my fpirit fail , But brighten under gloomy fkies , And o'er the fhades prevail . THE GLUTTON . THE voice of the glutton I heard 82.
... ev'ry good concern . And though difheart'ning scenes should rise , Let not my fpirit fail , But brighten under gloomy fkies , And o'er the fhades prevail . THE GLUTTON . THE voice of the glutton I heard 82.
87 psl.
... ev'ry charm , Which youth is proud to fhare ; Alike this quick fucceffion prove , And the fame truth declare . Sickness will change the rofeate hue , Which glowing health bespeaks ; age will wrinkle with its cares The smile on beauty's ...
... ev'ry charm , Which youth is proud to fhare ; Alike this quick fucceffion prove , And the fame truth declare . Sickness will change the rofeate hue , Which glowing health bespeaks ; age will wrinkle with its cares The smile on beauty's ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
afk'd ANDREW JONES beauty Befide Beneath bleft bloom bofom breaſt church-yard cold Corin cottage courſe Crocodile King crofs'd cry'd darling child delight door e'er ev'ry eyes fafe faid fair faſt feven fhall fhould fhout fide figh filent fing fkies flain fleep fmall fmile fnow fome fong foon forrow fpring fuch fummer fweet Goody Blake grafs green ground happy Harry Gill hear heard heart Heaven infolent Kilve lamb Lifwyn farm limbs little maid look'd Lucy Gray mind morning moſt mother muſt never NEWCASTLE UPON TYNE night o'er orphan boy pafs'd pleaſant pleaſure poor reaſon reft reſt riſe rofe ſaid ſaw ſay ſcarce ſee ſhe ſky ſmooth ſteep ſtill ſtock ſtood ſtopp'd ſtore ſtream ſweet teeth they chatter tell thee theſe thine thofe Thoſe thou track'd turn'd Twas villain,-Man Whofe worfe worſe Young Harry
Populiarios ištraukos
50 psl. - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree.
8 psl. - The storm came on before its time : She wandered up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb ; But never reached the town.
28 psl. - tis to be an orphan boy. 0 were I by your bounty fed; — Nay, gentle lady, do not chide, Trust me, I mean to earn my bread — The sailor's orphan boy has pride. Lady, you weep!
45 psl. - No word to any man he utters, A-bed or up, to young or old ; But ever to himself he mutters, " Poor Harry Gill is very cold.'' A-bed or up, by night or day ; His teeth they chatter, chatter still. Now think, ye farmers all, I pray, Of Goody Blake and Harry Gill.
58 psl. - With you ! and quit my Susan's side ? With you ! " the hapless husband cried. " Young as I am, 'tis monstrous hard ! Besides, in truth, I'm not prepared; My thoughts on other matters go ; This is my wedding-day, you know.
24 psl. - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
77 psl. - 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, ' Who fell in the great victory. ' I find them in the garden, For there's many here about ; And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men,' said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' ' Now tell us what 'twas all about...
40 psl. - The neighbors tell, and tell you truly, His teeth they chatter, chatter still. At night, at morning, and at noon, 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; Beneath the sun, beneath the moon, His teeth they chatter, chatter still.
50 psl. - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
49 psl. - That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. 'Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?' 'How many? Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me.