The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan and Company, 1882 - 344 стор. |
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... blow . 37 The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor 108 The mountain and the squirrel 122 The noon was shady , and soft airs 252 The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded 215 The post - boy drove with fierce career 312 The stately homes of ...
... blow . 37 The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor 108 The mountain and the squirrel 122 The noon was shady , and soft airs 252 The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded 215 The post - boy drove with fierce career 312 The stately homes of ...
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... blow , Deprived of his sight ? Nay , sure , quoth she , he thus was born . ' Tis strange , born blind ! quoth I ; I fear you put this as a scorn On my simplicity . Quoth she , thus blind I did him bear . Quoth I , if't be no lie , Then ...
... blow , Deprived of his sight ? Nay , sure , quoth she , he thus was born . ' Tis strange , born blind ! quoth I ; I fear you put this as a scorn On my simplicity . Quoth she , thus blind I did him bear . Quoth I , if't be no lie , Then ...
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... blow , And coughing drowns the parson's saw , And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring owl Tuwhoo ! Tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! A merry note While ...
... blow , And coughing drowns the parson's saw , And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring owl Tuwhoo ! Tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! A merry note While ...
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... sea , With mast , and helm , and pennon fair , That well had borne their part ; But the noblest thing that perished there Was that young faithful heart ! F. Hemans XXVI SIGNS OF RAIN The hollow winds begin to blow 36 The Children's.
... sea , With mast , and helm , and pennon fair , That well had borne their part ; But the noblest thing that perished there Was that young faithful heart ! F. Hemans XXVI SIGNS OF RAIN The hollow winds begin to blow 36 The Children's.
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Coventry Patmore. XXVI SIGNS OF RAIN The hollow winds begin to blow , The clouds look black , the glass is low , The soot falls down , the spaniels sleep , The spiders from their cobwebs peep : Last night the sun went pale to bed , The ...
Coventry Patmore. XXVI SIGNS OF RAIN The hollow winds begin to blow , The clouds look black , the glass is low , The soot falls down , the spaniels sleep , The spiders from their cobwebs peep : Last night the sun went pale to bed , The ...
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a-begging Abbot bell bird bishop bishop of Hereford blow bower brave bright cheer child cold COVENTRY PATMORE cried Crocodile dark daughter dead dear door Dora doth eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair fair lady fast father fear 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 lady land light Little John Little white Lily live Lochinvar look look'd Lord Lord Randal loud maid merry moon morning ne'er never Nevermore night o'er Old Ballad old courtier poison'd poor pray quoth Robin Hood rode round S. T. Coleridge shepherd sing smile song soon soul steed stood storm sweet tell thee thou thought took trees Twas unto wild Wildgrave wind wings Witch word Wordsworth young
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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?
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 3 - That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic ; not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house : I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door.
Сторінка 196 - Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting, — " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Сторінка 20 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 175 - Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Сторінка 80 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.