The Children's Garland: From the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1862 - 344 |
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... tell you anon 76 329 165 19 20 32 159 An old song made by an aged old pate . 136 An outlandish knight came from the North lands 221 Art thou the bird whom man loves best 99 As I a fare had lately past 9 . As it fell upon a day 169 As in ...
... tell you anon 76 329 165 19 20 32 159 An old song made by an aged old pate . 136 An outlandish knight came from the North lands 221 Art thou the bird whom man loves best 99 As I a fare had lately past 9 . As it fell upon a day 169 As in ...
Strona ix
... tell how Hercules . O sing unto my roundelay O then , I see , Queen Mab hath been with you O where have ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? O where have you been , my long , long , love O , young Lochinvar is come out of the West Oft I had ...
... tell how Hercules . O sing unto my roundelay O then , I see , Queen Mab hath been with you O where have ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? O where have you been , my long , long , love O , young Lochinvar is come out of the West Oft I had ...
Strona x
... tell 338 There was three kings into the East . 27 There were three jovial Welshmen 337 There's that old hag Moll Brown , look , see , just past 335 They glide upon their endless way 6 They grew in beauty side by side 315 Three fishers ...
... tell 338 There was three kings into the East . 27 There were three jovial Welshmen 337 There's that old hag Moll Brown , look , see , just past 335 They glide upon their endless way 6 They grew in beauty side by side 315 Three fishers ...
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... tell , But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell . ' They hear no sound , the swell is strong ; Though the wind hath fallen , they drift along , Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock : Cried they , ' It is the Inchcape Rock ...
... tell , But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell . ' They hear no sound , the swell is strong ; Though the wind hath fallen , they drift along , Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock : Cried they , ' It is the Inchcape Rock ...
Strona 30
... tell Of a truth what his ailing could be ; And she thought on him last in her prayers at night , And she look'd at him last as she put out the light . And she found him grow worse in the dead of the night ( Under the gloomy elm - tree ) ...
... tell Of a truth what his ailing could be ; And she thought on him last in her prayers at night , And she look'd at him last as she put out the light . And she found him grow worse in the dead of the night ( Under the gloomy elm - tree ) ...
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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 fast father fear fell flowers gallant gallant story Gilpin gold green grew hand Hark hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill horse Inchcape Rock John John Barleycorn king King Lear lady land light Little John live Lochinvar look look'd Lord Randal loud maid merry moon morning ne'er never Nevermore night o'er Old Ballad old courtier pipe poison'd poor pray queen quoth Robin Hood rode round S. T. Coleridge shepherd sing smile song soon soul steed stood storm stream sweet sweet dove died tell thee thou thought took tree Twas unto wild Wildgrave wind wings Witch word young
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Strona 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.
Strona 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?
Strona 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.
Strona 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!
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.