The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four PartsC. Scribner, 1868 |
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... shore . Come forth , noble masters , come forth to the field , Where freshness and health may be found , Where the windrows are spread for the butterfly's bed , And the clover - bloom falleth around . " Hold fast ! " cries the waggoner ...
... shore . Come forth , noble masters , come forth to the field , Where freshness and health may be found , Where the windrows are spread for the butterfly's bed , And the clover - bloom falleth around . " Hold fast ! " cries the waggoner ...
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... shore Before his hour be past . " " I may not brave the river's ire , " Quoth I , on such a night ; Come , shelter take beside my fire , And wait till morning light . " Then she , with sharp and eager cry— Now , now ! Take double fare ...
... shore Before his hour be past . " " I may not brave the river's ire , " Quoth I , on such a night ; Come , shelter take beside my fire , And wait till morning light . " Then she , with sharp and eager cry— Now , now ! Take double fare ...
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... shore- The village bell loud clanging rung ; The Old Year was no more . Mid - channel I had gained - What lies Beside me on the seat ? The purse ! May I believe my eyes ? I half rose to my feet . Thought I , I saw it reach her lap ! 94 ...
... shore- The village bell loud clanging rung ; The Old Year was no more . Mid - channel I had gained - What lies Beside me on the seat ? The purse ! May I believe my eyes ? I half rose to my feet . Thought I , I saw it reach her lap ! 94 ...
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... airs that greet The wild thyme where they pass . I reach my boat - I grasp my oar— Aslant up stream I steer— Give way with will ! Give way ! The shore At every stroke I near . I shipped my oars , -rose to my feet- Prepared GARLAND 95.
... airs that greet The wild thyme where they pass . I reach my boat - I grasp my oar— Aslant up stream I steer— Give way with will ! Give way ! The shore At every stroke I near . I shipped my oars , -rose to my feet- Prepared GARLAND 95.
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... shore . To spicy groves , where he had won His plumage , of resplendent hue , His native fruits , and skies , and sun , He bade adieu . For these he changed the smoke of turf , A heathery land and misty sky , And turned on rocks and ...
... shore . To spicy groves , where he had won His plumage , of resplendent hue , His native fruits , and skies , and sun , He bade adieu . For these he changed the smoke of turf , A heathery land and misty sky , And turned on rocks and ...
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angel beautiful beneath bird blessed blow blue brave breast breath bright brow Caldon Low cheer child clouds cried dark dear death deep door doth earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair father fear flowers Frances Anne Kemble glory glow golden green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven jackdaw John Gilpin Katydid kiss lady land Leigh Hunt light lips LITTLE ROBIN REDBREASTS live look Lord Mary Howitt merry morning mother mountain ne'er Nearer never night o'er ocean Pixies poor pray prayer rest rose round sail Samian wine shine shore sing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound stars stood sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thing Thomas Hood thou thought tree Twas voice waves weary ween weep wild wind wings Winthrop Mackworth Praed word
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