The Children's Garland: From the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1862 - 344 sider |
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Side vii
... night , when mortals lose 295 Attend all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise 70 Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain . 115 Beside the Moldau's rushing stream . 96 Clear had the day been from the dawn 35 Close by the ...
... night , when mortals lose 295 Attend all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise 70 Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain . 115 Beside the Moldau's rushing stream . 96 Clear had the day been from the dawn 35 Close by the ...
Side ix
... to show 49 Our bugles sang truce , for the night cloud had lower'd 182 Piping down the valleys wild 1 Proud Maisie is in the wood 305 Remember us poor Mayers all . 233 See the Kitten on the wall . Seven daughters had Index ix.
... to show 49 Our bugles sang truce , for the night cloud had lower'd 182 Piping down the valleys wild 1 Proud Maisie is in the wood 305 Remember us poor Mayers all . 233 See the Kitten on the wall . Seven daughters had Index ix.
Side x
... night 98 Thou that hast a daughter 76 Tiger , tiger , burning bright . 158 To grass , or leaf , or fruit , or wall To sea ! to sea ! the calm is o'er Toll for the brave Tread lightly here , for here , ' tis said 302 248 56 254 PAGE ...
... night 98 Thou that hast a daughter 76 Tiger , tiger , burning bright . 158 To grass , or leaf , or fruit , or wall To sea ! to sea ! the calm is o'er Toll for the brave Tread lightly here , for here , ' tis said 302 248 56 254 PAGE ...
Side 3
... 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 ...
Side 6
... Night : They follow in the track of Day , In divine delight . Shine on , sweet orbed Souls for aye , For ever calm , for ever bright : We ask not whither lies your way , Nor whence ye came , nor what your light . Be - still a dream ...
... Night : They follow in the track of Day , In divine delight . Shine on , sweet orbed Souls for aye , For ever calm , for ever bright : We ask not whither lies your way , Nor whence ye came , nor what your light . Be - still a dream ...
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Side 340 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
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 328 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
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 64 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: 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.
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 191 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
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 58 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Side 194 - 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.