The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1863 - 344 стор. |
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... night That the graves , all gaping wide , Every one lets forth his sprite , In the churchway 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 ...
... night That the graves , all gaping wide , Every one lets forth his sprite , In the churchway 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 ...
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... Mark the Daughters of the Night : They follow in the track of Day , In divine delight . Shine on , sweet orbed Souls , for aye , Forever calm , forever bright : We ask not whither lies your way , Nor whence 6 The Children's Garland Stars.
... Mark the Daughters of the Night : They follow in the track of Day , In divine delight . Shine on , sweet orbed Souls , for aye , Forever calm , forever bright : We ask not whither lies your way , Nor whence 6 The Children's Garland Stars.
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... night . B. Cornwall VII THE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE ' OME live with me and be my Love , Co And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks ...
... night . B. Cornwall VII THE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE ' OME live with me and be my Love , Co And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks ...
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... night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your mother through the snow . ' " That , Father , will I gladly do ! ' Tis scarcely afternoon The minster - clock has just struck two , And ...
... night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your mother through the snow . ' " That , Father , will I gladly do ! ' Tis scarcely afternoon The minster - clock has just struck two , And ...
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Coventry Patmore. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At daybreak on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the ...
Coventry Patmore. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At daybreak on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the ...
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Сторінка 160 - 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 2 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Сторінка 5 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
Сторінка 286 - WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? , Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Сторінка 4 - I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Сторінка 331 - 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.
Сторінка 123 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter " Little Prig. Bun replied, " You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track ; Talents differ ; all is well and wisely put ; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither...
Сторінка 264 - 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...
Сторінка 197 - 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.
Сторінка 146 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.