Poems for Young PeopleWilliam Chambers William and Robert Chambers, 1851 - 173 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 45
עמוד 11
... thee , Who wast so very kind to me , My Mother ? Oh no ! the thought I cannot bear : And if God please my life to spare , I hope I shall reward thy care , My Mother . When thou art feeble , old , and gray , POEMS . 11.
... thee , Who wast so very kind to me , My Mother ? Oh no ! the thought I cannot bear : And if God please my life to spare , I hope I shall reward thy care , My Mother . When thou art feeble , old , and gray , POEMS . 11.
עמוד 12
... thee hang thy head , ' Twill be my turn to watch thy bed , And tears of sweet affection shed , My Mother . For God , who lives above the skies , Would look with vengeance in His eyes , If I should ever dare despise , My Mother . THE ...
... thee hang thy head , ' Twill be my turn to watch thy bed , And tears of sweet affection shed , My Mother . For God , who lives above the skies , Would look with vengeance in His eyes , If I should ever dare despise , My Mother . THE ...
עמוד 20
... thee truly wise ; For he who studies nature's laws , From certain truths his maxims draws : And truth and piety suffice To make men moral , good , and wise . " THE MAN OF ROSS . ALL our praises why should lords engross ? Risc , honest ...
... thee truly wise ; For he who studies nature's laws , From certain truths his maxims draws : And truth and piety suffice To make men moral , good , and wise . " THE MAN OF ROSS . ALL our praises why should lords engross ? Risc , honest ...
עמוד 22
... thee , And soon on earth ye may them see No more and mourn- " too late . " And to thy suffering brother - man , Give aid and comfort while ye can , Aye like the good Samaritan ; Ere yet it be " too late . ” C. C. To all , Death hasteth ...
... thee , And soon on earth ye may them see No more and mourn- " too late . " And to thy suffering brother - man , Give aid and comfort while ye can , Aye like the good Samaritan ; Ere yet it be " too late . ” C. C. To all , Death hasteth ...
עמוד 23
... thee by His grace ; Ere yet it be " too late . " LLEWELLYN AND THE GREYHOUND . A BALLAD . THE spearman heard the bugle sound , And cheer❜ly smiled the morn ; And many a brach , and many a hound , Attend Llewellyn's horn . And still he ...
... thee by His grace ; Ere yet it be " too late . " LLEWELLYN AND THE GREYHOUND . A BALLAD . THE spearman heard the bugle sound , And cheer❜ly smiled the morn ; And many a brach , and many a hound , Attend Llewellyn's horn . And still he ...
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...