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Page 102
Fervid on the glittering flood Now the noon - tide radiance glows : Drooping o ' er
its infant bud Not a dew - drop ' s left the rose . By the brook the shepherd dines ,
From the fierce meridian heat Shelter ' d by the branching pines Pendant o ' er ...
Fervid on the glittering flood Now the noon - tide radiance glows : Drooping o ' er
its infant bud Not a dew - drop ' s left the rose . By the brook the shepherd dines ,
From the fierce meridian heat Shelter ' d by the branching pines Pendant o ' er ...
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Echo in her airy round O ' er the river , rock , and hill , Cannot catch a single
sound Save the clack of yonder mill . Cattle court the zephyrs bland Where the
streainlet wanders cool ; Or with languid silence stand Midway in the marshy pool
.
Echo in her airy round O ' er the river , rock , and hill , Cannot catch a single
sound Save the clack of yonder mill . Cattle court the zephyrs bland Where the
streainlet wanders cool ; Or with languid silence stand Midway in the marshy pool
.
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As the trout in speckled pride Playful from its bosom springs To the banks , a
ruffled tide Verges in successive rings . Tripping through the silken grass O ' er
the path - divided dale Mark the blithe and rosy lass With her well - poised
milking pail ...
As the trout in speckled pride Playful from its bosom springs To the banks , a
ruffled tide Verges in successive rings . Tripping through the silken grass O ' er
the path - divided dale Mark the blithe and rosy lass With her well - poised
milking pail ...
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To him , his swiftness and his strength were vain ; The voice of glory called bim o '
er the main . " Till then , in every sylvan chace renown ' d , With Argus , Argus
rung the woods around ; With him the youth pursued the goat or fawn , Or traced
...
To him , his swiftness and his strength were vain ; The voice of glory called bim o '
er the main . " Till then , in every sylvan chace renown ' d , With Argus , Argus
rung the woods around ; With him the youth pursued the goat or fawn , Or traced
...
Page 138
Down from the summit of the neighbouring hills , O ' er the smooth stones he calls
the bubbling rills ; Soon as he clears whate ' er their passage stayed , And marks
their future current with his spade , Before him scattering they prevent his pains ...
Down from the summit of the neighbouring hills , O ' er the smooth stones he calls
the bubbling rills ; Soon as he clears whate ' er their passage stayed , And marks
their future current with his spade , Before him scattering they prevent his pains ...
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Page 34 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Page 33 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Page 95 - 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; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 33 - I heard the bell toll'd' on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Page 127 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe th' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Page 34 - I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. But no...
Page 92 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 125 - He knew his lord ; he knew, and strove to meet ; In vain he strove to crawl and kiss his feet ; Yet (all he could) his tail, his ears, his eyes, Salute his master, and confess his joys.
Page 27 - ... wood, — To thy protecting shade she runs, Thy tender buds supply her food ; Her young forsake her downy plumes To rest upon thy opening blooms. Flower of the desert though thou art ! The deer that range the mountain free, The graceful doe, the stately hart, Their food and shelter seek from thee ; The bee thy earliest blossom greets, And draws from thee her choicest sweets. Gem of the heath ! whose modest bloom Sheds beauty o'er the lonely moor : Though thou dispense no rich perfume, Nor yet...
Page 124 - Thus, near the gates conferring as they drew, Argus, the dog, his ancient master knew: He not unconscious of the voice and tread, Lifts to the sound his ear, and rears his head; Bred by Ulysses, nourish'd at his board, But, ah!
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| Title | Conversations on Poetry:: Intended for the Amusement and Instruction of Children Volume 7, Issue 207 of Opie collection of children's literature |
| Author | Author of the Buxton diamonds |
| Contributors | William Darton, George Smallfield |
| Publisher | William Darton, 1824 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 29 Sep 2006 |
| Length | 144 pages |
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