The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan and Company, 1882 - 344 стор. |
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... hast a daughter . Tiger , tiger , burning bright . To grass , or leaf , or fruit , or wall . To sea to sea ! the calm is o'er Toll for the brave . Tread lightly here , for here , ' tis said 76 158 302 248 56 254 ' Twas in the prime of ...
... hast a daughter . Tiger , tiger , burning bright . To grass , or leaf , or fruit , or wall . To sea to sea ! the calm is o'er Toll for the brave . Tread lightly here , for here , ' tis said 76 158 302 248 56 254 ' Twas in the prime of ...
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... Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant , with thee I hail the time of flowers , And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers . The school - boy wandering through the wood To ...
... Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant , with thee I hail the time of flowers , And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers . The school - boy wandering through the wood To ...
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... hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year ! O could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make , with joyful wing , Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the spring . Michael Bruce . XXXI ROBIN HOOD AND ALLIN A DALE Come ...
... hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year ! O could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make , with joyful wing , Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the spring . Michael Bruce . XXXI ROBIN HOOD AND ALLIN A DALE Come ...
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... hast thou any money to spare For my merry men and me ? ' ' I have no money , ' the young man said , ' But five shillings and a ring ; And that I have kept this seven long years , To have it at my wedding . ' Yesterday I should have ...
... hast thou any money to spare For my merry men and me ? ' ' I have no money , ' the young man said , ' But five shillings and a ring ; And that I have kept this seven long years , To have it at my wedding . ' Yesterday I should have ...
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... hast thou here ? ' the bishop then said , ' I prithee now tell unto me : ' ' I am a bold harper , ' quoth Robin Hood , ' And the best in the north country . ' O welcome , O welcome , ' the bishop he 46 The Children's.
... hast thou here ? ' the bishop then said , ' I prithee now tell unto me : ' ' I am a bold harper , ' quoth Robin Hood , ' And the best in the north country . ' O welcome , O welcome , ' the bishop he 46 The Children's.
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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.