The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1866 - 344 sider |
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... 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 he's the first blind man , I'll swear , E'er practis'd archery . A man ! quoth she , nay , there you miss , He's ...
... 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 he's the first blind man , I'll swear , E'er practis'd archery . A man ! quoth she , nay , there you miss , He's ...
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Coventry Patmore. His frisking was at evening hours , For then he lost his fear , But most before approaching showers , Or when a storm drew near . Eight years and five round - rolling moons He thus saw steal away , Dozing out all his ...
Coventry Patmore. His frisking was at evening hours , For then he lost his fear , But most before approaching showers , Or when a storm drew near . Eight years and five round - rolling moons He thus saw steal away , Dozing out all his ...
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... fear One dreadful sound could the Rover hear , A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell , The fiends below were ringing his knell . R. Southey XVIII WRITTEN IN MARCH The cock is crowing , The stream is flowing , The small birds twitter ...
... fear One dreadful sound could the Rover hear , A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell , The fiends below were ringing his knell . R. Southey XVIII WRITTEN IN MARCH The cock is crowing , The stream is flowing , The small birds twitter ...
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... fear ye are poison'd , Lord Randal , my son ! 9 , I fear ye are poison'd , my handsome young man ! ' ' O , yes , I am poison'd ! mother , make my bed soon , For I'm sick at the heart , and I fain would lie down . ' Old Ballad XX JOHN ...
... fear ye are poison'd , Lord Randal , my son ! 9 , I fear ye are poison'd , my handsome young man ! ' ' O , yes , I am poison'd ! mother , make my bed soon , For I'm sick at the heart , and I fain would lie down . ' Old Ballad XX JOHN ...
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... fear thee , ancient Mariner ! " " Be calm , thou Wedding - Guest ! ' Twas not those souls that fled in pain , Which to their corses came again , But a troop of spirits blest . " Swiftly , swiftly flew the ship , Yet she sailed softly ...
... fear thee , ancient Mariner ! " " Be calm , thou Wedding - Guest ! ' Twas not those souls that fled in pain , Which to their corses came again , But a troop of spirits blest . " Swiftly , swiftly flew the ship , Yet she sailed softly ...
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a-begging Abbot Binnorie bird bishop bishop of Hereford blow bower brave bright cheer child cold cried Crocodile dark daughter dead dear door Dora doth eyes fair fair lady fast father fear fell flowers gallant gallant story Gilpin gold green grew guilders 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 Skiddaw smile song soon soul steed stood storm stream sweet tell thee thou thought took trees Twas unto wild Wildgrave wind wings Witch word young
Populære passager
Side 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?
Side 4 - 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.
Side 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!
Side 195 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Side 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!
Side 261 - 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...
Side 328 - 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.
Side 19 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Side 20 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Side 61 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; "We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. "Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.