Poems for Young PeopleWilliam Chambers William and Robert Chambers, 1851 - 173 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 17
עמוד 3
... tell What it is that you do understand : But of this I am sure , that you love us both well , As you say by a lick of my hand . And a wag of the tail means , " Thank you , I'm glad ; " And " bow - wow " a true promise gives Of ...
... tell What it is that you do understand : But of this I am sure , that you love us both well , As you say by a lick of my hand . And a wag of the tail means , " Thank you , I'm glad ; " And " bow - wow " a true promise gives Of ...
עמוד 11
... tell , Or kiss the place to make it well ? My Mother . Who taught my infant lips to pray , To love God's holy Word and day , And walk in wisdom's pleasant way ? My Mother . And can I ever cease to be , Affectionate and kind to thee ...
... tell , Or kiss the place to make it well ? My Mother . Who taught my infant lips to pray , To love God's holy Word and day , And walk in wisdom's pleasant way ? My Mother . And can I ever cease to be , Affectionate and kind to thee ...
עמוד 16
... tell them if he knew Whether the thing was green or blue . 66 Sirs , " cries the umpire , 66 cease your pother ; The creature's neither one nor t'other . I caught the animal last night , And viewed it o'er by candle - light ; I marked ...
... tell them if he knew Whether the thing was green or blue . 66 Sirs , " cries the umpire , 66 cease your pother ; The creature's neither one nor t'other . I caught the animal last night , And viewed it o'er by candle - light ; I marked ...
עמוד 25
... Passed heavy o'er his heart . Aroused by Gelert's dying yell , Some slumberer wakened nigh ; What words the parent's joy can tell , To hear his infant cry ! D Concealed beneath a mangled heap , His hurried search had POEMS . 25.
... Passed heavy o'er his heart . Aroused by Gelert's dying yell , Some slumberer wakened nigh ; What words the parent's joy can tell , To hear his infant cry ! D Concealed beneath a mangled heap , His hurried search had POEMS . 25.
עמוד 32
... tell me I yet have a friend , Though a friend I am never to see ! How fleet is the glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight , The tempest itself lags behind , And the swift winged arrows of light . When I think on my ...
... tell me I yet have a friend , Though a friend I am never to see ! How fleet is the glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight , The tempest itself lags behind , And the swift winged arrows of light . When I think on my ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
babes beneath bird blast blasting wind bless bloom blossoms Bluebottle breast breath bright brow carrion crow cheerful child cried croak crow dark dead dear door doth earth Edmonton fair flew flower Gelert Gilpin gold green grief hand happy harebell hath hear heard heart Heaven horse hour ISAAC WATTS John Gilpin kind kiss Ladybird light little Alice live Llewellyn's look looked and smiled Lord MARY BENNETT MARY HOWITT meek mind morn mother ne'er Nettle never night o'er old crow poor praise pretty Redbreast rest rich rise ROBERT HERRICK round Schiraz shade shine Simon simoom sing skies sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound sweet tears thee thine thing thou dost thou hast thought Thwack Thy neighbour Tis green Twas unto vale voice wassail Web-Spinner wild wind wings wise wood young youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 131 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
עמוד 150 - ... twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whispered promised pleasure And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
עמוד 37 - How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
עמוד 29 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a well-chosen book or friend ; — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
עמוד 151 - Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known ! The oak-crowned Sisters and their chaste-eyed Queen Satyrs and Sylvan Boys were seen Peeping from forth their alleys green : Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear ; And Sport leaped up, and seized his beechen spear.
עמוד 40 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say : " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
עמוד 47 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin neck or nought, Away went hat and wig, He little dreamt when he set out Of running such a rig.
עמוד 31 - Religion ! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford; But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Never sighed at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a sabbath appear'd.
עמוד 38 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
עמוד 33 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...