The Children's Garland from the Best Poets: Selected and Arranged by Coventry PatmoreMacmillan, 1879 - 344 стор. |
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... wolf behowls the moon : Whilst the heavy ploughman snores , All with weary task foredone . Now the wasted brands do glow , Whilst the scritch owl , scritching loud , Puts the wretch that lies in woe , In remembrance The Children's.
... wolf behowls the moon : Whilst the heavy ploughman snores , All with weary task foredone . Now the wasted brands do glow , Whilst the scritch owl , scritching loud , Puts the wretch that lies in woe , In remembrance The Children's.
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... loud song . But green leaves , and blossoms , and sunny warm weather , And singing and loving - all come back together . But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love , The green fields below him , the blue sky above , That he sings ...
... loud song . But green leaves , and blossoms , and sunny warm weather , And singing and loving - all come back together . But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love , The green fields below him , the blue sky above , That he sings ...
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... Loud quack the ducks , the peacocks cry , The distant hills are seeming nigh . How restless are the snorting swine ; The busy flies disturb the kine ; Low o'er the grass the swallow wings , The cricket too , how sharp he sings ; Puss on ...
... Loud quack the ducks , the peacocks cry , The distant hills are seeming nigh . How restless are the snorting swine ; The busy flies disturb the kine ; Low o'er the grass the swallow wings , The cricket too , how sharp he sings ; Puss on ...
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... Loud prays the priest ; shut stands the door . ' Come away , children , call no more , Come away , come down , call no more . Down , down , down , Down to the depths of the sea , She sits at her wheel in the humming town , Singing most ...
... Loud prays the priest ; shut stands the door . ' Come away , children , call no more , Come away , come down , call no more . Down , down , down , Down to the depths of the sea , She sits at her wheel in the humming town , Singing most ...
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... loud bassoon . The Bride hath paced into the hall : Red as a rose is she ; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy . The Wedding - Guest he beat his breast , Yet he cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ...
... loud bassoon . The Bride hath paced into the hall : Red as a rose is she ; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy . The Wedding - Guest he beat his breast , Yet he cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ...
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The Children's Garland from the Best Poets. Selected and Arranged by ... Coventry Patmore Повний перегляд - 1873 |
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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 215 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Сторінка 65 - 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 59 - Out of the sea came he ! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Сторінка 177 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Сторінка 196 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore!
Сторінка 183 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Сторінка 195 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Сторінка 21 - I met a lady in the meads Full beautiful, a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I...
Сторінка 59 - With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. 50 And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.