The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1863 - 344 Seiten |
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... Lady Alice Spring · The Outlandish Knight Sweet William's Ghost The Fountain Fair Rosamund . 225 226 228 229 231 232 The Hitchen May - Day Song 238 The Spanish Lady's Contents ix.
... Lady Alice Spring · The Outlandish Knight Sweet William's Ghost The Fountain Fair Rosamund . 225 226 228 229 231 232 The Hitchen May - Day Song 238 The Spanish Lady's Contents ix.
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Coventry Patmore. The Hitchen May - Day Song 238 The Spanish Lady's Love . 239 Little ... Fair Ellinor 263 Queen Mab 266 Young Lochinvar 267 Incident characteristic ... Lady turned Serving - man Pairing Time Anticipated . To a Water - Fowl ...
Coventry Patmore. The Hitchen May - Day Song 238 The Spanish Lady's Love . 239 Little ... Fair Ellinor 263 Queen Mab 266 Young Lochinvar 267 Incident characteristic ... Lady turned Serving - man Pairing Time Anticipated . To a Water - Fowl ...
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... ladies gay ! No haughty feat of arms I tell ; Soft is the note , and sad the lay , That mourns the lovely Rosabelle ... lady gay ; Then stay thee , Fair , in Ravensheuch ; Why cross the gloomy firth to - day ? ' " T is not because Lord ...
... ladies gay ! No haughty feat of arms I tell ; Soft is the note , and sad the lay , That mourns the lovely Rosabelle ... lady gay ; Then stay thee , Fair , in Ravensheuch ; Why cross the gloomy firth to - day ? ' " T is not because Lord ...
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... lady - mother there Sits lonely in her castle hall . " ' T is not because the ring they ride , And Lindesay at the ... fair So still they blaze , when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St. Clair . There are twenty of Roslin's barons ...
... lady - mother there Sits lonely in her castle hall . " ' T is not because the ring they ride , And Lindesay at the ... fair So still they blaze , when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St. Clair . There are twenty of Roslin's barons ...
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... lady , Built for pleasure and for state . All he shows her makes him dearer : Evermore she seems to gaze On that ... fair and free , Not a lord in all the county Is so great a lord as he . All at once the colour flushes Her sweet face ...
... lady , Built for pleasure and for state . All he shows her makes him dearer : Evermore she seems to gaze On that ... fair and free , Not a lord in all the county Is so great a lord as he . All at once the colour flushes Her sweet face ...
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Seite 160 - 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?
Seite 2 - 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.
Seite 5 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
Seite 286 - WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? , Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 4 - I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter 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.
Seite 331 - 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.
Seite 123 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter " Little Prig. Bun replied, " You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track ; Talents differ ; all is well and wisely put ; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither...
Seite 264 - 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...
Seite 197 - 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.
Seite 146 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.