The English Reading Book in Verse: Adapted to Domestic and to School EducationLongman, 1822 - 212 |
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Strona 11
... busy ardour ply . Oh , nature kind ! oh , labourer wise , Who roam'st along the summer ray ; Glean'st every bliss thy life supplies , And meet'st prepar'd thy wintry day . Go , envied , go ; with crowded gates The hive , thy rich return ...
... busy ardour ply . Oh , nature kind ! oh , labourer wise , Who roam'st along the summer ray ; Glean'st every bliss thy life supplies , And meet'st prepar'd thy wintry day . Go , envied , go ; with crowded gates The hive , thy rich return ...
Strona 21
... busy bee ; Thou art out at early morn , Just as opening flowers are born , Among the green and grassy meads , Where golden cowslips hang their heads ; Or by hedge - rows , while the dew Glitters on the harebell blue . Go , while summer ...
... busy bee ; Thou art out at early morn , Just as opening flowers are born , Among the green and grassy meads , Where golden cowslips hang their heads ; Or by hedge - rows , while the dew Glitters on the harebell blue . Go , while summer ...
Strona 22
... busy bee . TO THE BEE . THOU wert out by times , thou busy , busy bee ! When abroad I took my early way , Before the cow from her resting - place Had risen up , and left her trace On the meadow , with dew so gay , I saw thee , thou busy ...
... busy bee . TO THE BEE . THOU wert out by times , thou busy , busy bee ! When abroad I took my early way , Before the cow from her resting - place Had risen up , and left her trace On the meadow , with dew so gay , I saw thee , thou busy ...
Strona 23
... busy , busy bee , Late and early at employ ; Still on thy golden stores intent ; Thy youth in heaping and hoarding is spent , What thy age will never enjoy ; I will not here copy thee , thou busy bee ! Thou art a fool , thou busy , busy ...
... busy , busy bee , Late and early at employ ; Still on thy golden stores intent ; Thy youth in heaping and hoarding is spent , What thy age will never enjoy ; I will not here copy thee , thou busy bee ! Thou art a fool , thou busy , busy ...
Strona 36
... busy wing , the peopled air ? These cleave the crumbling bark for insect food , These dip their crooked beak in kindred blood . Some haunt the rushy moor , the lonely woods , Some bathe their painted plumage in the floods ; Some fly to ...
... busy wing , the peopled air ? These cleave the crumbling bark for insect food , These dip their crooked beak in kindred blood . Some haunt the rushy moor , the lonely woods , Some bathe their painted plumage in the floods ; Some fly to ...
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Strona 82 - Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven; On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Strona 142 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Strona 186 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Strona 105 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Strona 143 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Strona xii - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Strona 92 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise His works behold, Both day and night.
Strona 174 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Strona 81 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, God-like erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty, seemed lords of all, And worthy seemed; for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure— Severe, but in true filial freedom placed, Whence true authority in men: though both Not equal, as their sex not equal seemed; For contemplation he and valour formed, For softness she and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him.
Strona 97 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.