The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1866 - 344 sider |
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... rounds the master - On the green banks of Shannon when Sheelah was nigh . Once on a time a rustic dame . Once upon a midnight dreary , while I pondered , weak and 82 126 239 261 26 273 262 13 116 88 127 292 264 243 147 weary 191 One day ...
... rounds the master - On the green banks of Shannon when Sheelah was nigh . Once on a time a rustic dame . Once upon a midnight dreary , while I pondered , weak and 82 126 239 261 26 273 262 13 116 88 127 292 264 243 147 weary 191 One day ...
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... 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 . VI A. Tennyson STARS They glide upon their endless way , For ever calm , for ever bright ; No blind ...
... 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 . VI A. Tennyson STARS They glide upon their endless way , For ever calm , for ever bright ; No blind ...
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... round and round they sink Softly , slowly one might think From the motions that are made , Every little leaf conveyed Sylph or Fairy hither tending , To this lower world descending , Each invisible and mute , In his wavering parachute ...
... round and round they sink Softly , slowly one might think From the motions that are made , Every little leaf conveyed Sylph or Fairy hither tending , To this lower world descending , Each invisible and mute , In his wavering parachute ...
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... round - rolling moons He thus saw steal away , Dozing out all his idle noons , And every night at play . I kept him for his humours ' sake , For he would oft beguile My heart of thoughts that made it ache , And force me to a smile . But ...
... round - rolling moons He thus saw steal away , Dozing out all his idle noons , And every night at play . I kept him for his humours ' sake , For he would oft beguile My heart of thoughts that made it ache , And force me to a smile . But ...
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... round , And there was joyance in their sound . The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen A darker speck on the ocean green ; Sir Ralph the Rover walk'd his deck , And he fix'd his eye on the darker speck . He felt the cheering power of ...
... round , And there was joyance in their sound . The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen A darker speck on the ocean green ; Sir Ralph the Rover walk'd his deck , And he fix'd his eye on the darker speck . He felt the cheering power of ...
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Almindelige termer og sætninger
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.