The Children's Garland from the Best Poets: Selected and Arranged by Coventry PatmoreMacmillan, 1879 - 344 стор. |
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... merry cheer ; ' Piper , pipe that song again , ' So I piped , he wept to hear . ' Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe , Sing thy songs of happy cheer . ' So I sang the same again , While he wept with joy to hear . ' Piper , sit thee down and ...
... merry cheer ; ' Piper , pipe that song again , ' So I piped , he wept to hear . ' Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe , Sing thy songs of happy cheer . ' So I sang the same again , While he wept with joy to hear . ' Piper , sit thee down and ...
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... me , And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , Come hither , come hither , come hither ; Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather , Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live in 12 The Children's Song.
... me , And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , Come hither , come hither , come hither ; Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather , Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live in 12 The Children's Song.
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... merry note While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . When all around the wind doth 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 ...
... merry note While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . When all around the wind doth 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 ...
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... 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 married a maid , But Garland 45.
... 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 married a maid , But Garland 45.
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... merry wedding , The bride looked like a queen ; And so they returned to the merry greenwood , Amongst the leaves so green . Old Ballad XXXII VIOLETS Under the green hedges after the snow , There do the dear little violets grow , Hiding ...
... merry wedding , The bride looked like a queen ; And so they returned to the merry greenwood , Amongst the leaves so green . Old Ballad XXXII VIOLETS Under the green hedges after the snow , There do the dear little violets grow , Hiding ...
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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.