The Children's Garland: From the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1862 - 344 страници |
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... fell upon a day . 169 As in the sunshine of the morn 271 At dead of night , when mortals lose 295 Attend all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise 70 Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain . 115 Beside the Moldau's ...
... fell upon a day . 169 As in the sunshine of the morn 271 At dead of night , when mortals lose 295 Attend all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise 70 Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain . 115 Beside the Moldau's ...
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... , the Barmecide , the good Vizier 96 Jenny Wren fell sick 336 John Bull for pastime took a prance 242 John Gilpin was a citizen 138 King Lear once ruled in this land 267 Lady Alice was sitting in her bower window . Laid viii Index.
... , the Barmecide , the good Vizier 96 Jenny Wren fell sick 336 John Bull for pastime took a prance 242 John Gilpin was a citizen 138 King Lear once ruled in this land 267 Lady Alice was sitting in her bower window . Laid viii Index.
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... fell , They did not move the Inchcape Bell . The good old Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung , And over the waves its warning rung . When the Rock was hid by the ...
... fell , They did not move the Inchcape Bell . The good old Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung , And over the waves its warning rung . When the Rock was hid by the ...
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... fell . Never more can she feel his warm face in her breast ( Under the leafy elm - tree ) , For his eyes are a - shut , and his hands are at rest , And he's now from his pain a - set free ; For his soul we do know is to heaven a - fled ...
... fell . Never more can she feel his warm face in her breast ( Under the leafy elm - tree ) , For his eyes are a - shut , and his hands are at rest , And he's now from his pain a - set free ; For his soul we do know is to heaven a - fled ...
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... 'd the mast : For that was ripe and fell full fast . Then they trotted away , for the wind it grew high : One acorn they left and no more might you spy . Next came a Raven that liked not such folly : Garland 41 XXVIII ...
... 'd the mast : For that was ripe and fell full fast . Then they trotted away , for the wind it grew high : One acorn they left and no more might you spy . Next came a Raven that liked not such folly : Garland 41 XXVIII ...
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a-begging Abbot Binnorie bird bishop bishop of Hereford blow bower brave bright cheer child cold cried Crocodile dark daughter dead dear door Dora doth eyes fair fast father fear fell flowers gallant gallant story Gilpin gold green grew hand Hark hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill horse Inchcape Rock John John Barleycorn king King Lear lady land light Little John live Lochinvar look look'd Lord Randal loud maid merry moon morning ne'er never Nevermore night o'er Old Ballad old courtier pipe poison'd poor pray queen quoth Robin Hood rode round S. T. Coleridge shepherd sing smile song soon soul steed stood storm stream sweet sweet dove died tell thee thou thought took tree Twas unto wild Wildgrave wind wings Witch word young
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Страница 340 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Страница 159 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
Страница 328 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Страница 67 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company!— To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Страница 64 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Страница 261 - Her waggon spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams...
Страница 191 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Страница 328 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail, And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances uplifted, the trumpet unblown.
Страница 58 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Страница 194 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.