Poems for Young PeopleWilliam Chambers |
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... hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil ? Hast thou old Greece and Rome surveyed , And the vast sense of Plato weighed ? Hath Socrates thy soul refined ? And hast thou fathomed Tully's mind ? Or , like the wise Ulysses ...
... hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil ? Hast thou old Greece and Rome surveyed , And the vast sense of Plato weighed ? Hath Socrates thy soul refined ? And hast thou fathomed Tully's mind ? Or , like the wise Ulysses ...
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... hath his life from rumours freed , Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; Whose state can neither flatterers feed , No ruin make oppressors great . Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains ...
... hath his life from rumours freed , Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; Whose state can neither flatterers feed , No ruin make oppressors great . Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains ...
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... hath all . -SIR HENRY WOTTON . VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK , WHO WAS LEFT ON THE DESOLATE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANdez . I AM monarch of all I survey , My right there is none to dispute : From the centre all round to ...
... hath all . -SIR HENRY WOTTON . VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK , WHO WAS LEFT ON THE DESOLATE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANdez . I AM monarch of all I survey , My right there is none to dispute : From the centre all round to ...
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... hath been said or sung . The dogs did bark , the children screamed , Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out , Well done ! As loud as he could bawl . Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around— He carries ...
... hath been said or sung . The dogs did bark , the children screamed , Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out , Well done ! As loud as he could bawl . Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around— He carries ...
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... hath won , The tender Zara ! will be most undone . Big swelled my heart , and owned the powerful maid , When fast she dropped her tears , as thus she said : " Farewell the youth whom sighs could not detain , Whom Zara's breaking heart ...
... hath won , The tender Zara ! will be most undone . Big swelled my heart , and owned the powerful maid , When fast she dropped her tears , as thus she said : " Farewell the youth whom sighs could not detain , Whom Zara's breaking heart ...
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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
Popular passages
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...