Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages, Bind 1A. A. Knopf, 1923 - 696 sider |
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... wild flowers , the eatable or poisonous fruits , trees , animal lairs , withies for whips , clay for modelling , elder shoots for pitch pipes , pebbles for his catapult , flint arrows , and everything of that kind . He was a night- boy ...
... wild flowers , the eatable or poisonous fruits , trees , animal lairs , withies for whips , clay for modelling , elder shoots for pitch pipes , pebbles for his catapult , flint arrows , and everything of that kind . He was a night- boy ...
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... wild duck to come . So certain rhymes and poems af- fected my mind when I was young , and continue to do so now that I am old . To these ( and the few bits of prose ) which I chose from Mr. Nahum , I added others afterwards , and they ...
... wild duck to come . So certain rhymes and poems af- fected my mind when I was young , and continue to do so now that I am old . To these ( and the few bits of prose ) which I chose from Mr. Nahum , I added others afterwards , and they ...
Side xxxvi
... wild birds ; how close the painted scene - as though I were but a picture too , and this my frame . But there came a day that was to remove me out of the neighbourhood of Miss Taroone's Thrae into a dif ferent kind of living altogether ...
... wild birds ; how close the painted scene - as though I were but a picture too , and this my frame . But there came a day that was to remove me out of the neighbourhood of Miss Taroone's Thrae into a dif ferent kind of living altogether ...
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... wild brier The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher ; The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags ; And his money still wastes till he starves or he begs . I made him a visit , still hoping to find That he took better care ...
... wild brier The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher ; The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags ; And his money still wastes till he starves or he begs . I made him a visit , still hoping to find That he took better care ...
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... wild roses , and ivy serpentine With its dark buds and leaves , wandering astray ; And flowers azure , black , and streaked with gold , Fairer than any wakened eyes behold . And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag ...
... wild roses , and ivy serpentine With its dark buds and leaves , wandering astray ; And flowers azure , black , and streaked with gold , Fairer than any wakened eyes behold . And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag ...
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Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages Walter De la Mare Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2011 |
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bells bird bonny breast bright called CHRISTINA ROSSETTI cold dance dark dark Rosaleen dead dear death door doth dream earth EMILY BRONTË eyes fair Fair Annie fear flowers gentle gold gone green hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill John JOHN KEATS John Peel King lady light looked Lord maid MARY COLERIDGE merry Miss Taroone moon morning mother Nahum's never night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Peter Gurney play poem rhyme ring ROBERT HERRICK roses round sail shadow shining ship sigh silent silver sing sleep snow song sorrow soul stanza stars sweet tears tell thee things Thomas Thomas Campion thou tree Twas Uncle Tom Cobley unto voice weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind wings wood words young
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Side 97 - 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? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Side 175 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 213 - SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Side 635 - But now my task is smoothly done: I can fly, or I can run, Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Side 218 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
Side 41 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Side 455 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Side 274 - THEY are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear.
Side 59 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my ANNABEL LEE — .With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Side 60 - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.