The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1863 - 344 Seiten |
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... head , With their dilated nostrils spread , They silently inhale The clover - scented gale , And the vapours that arise From the well - watered and smoking soil . For this rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem ...
... head , With their dilated nostrils spread , They silently inhale The clover - scented gale , And the vapours that arise From the well - watered and smoking soil . For this rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem ...
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... head , And , with a look made of all sweet accord , Answer'd , ' The names of those who love the Lord . ' ' And is mine one ? ' said Abou . Nay , not so , ' Replied the Angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerly still ; and said , ' I ...
... head , And , with a look made of all sweet accord , Answer'd , ' The names of those who love the Lord . ' ' And is mine one ? ' said Abou . Nay , not so , ' Replied the Angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerly still ; and said , ' I ...
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... head , And bracelets too , and fragrant zone ; She look'd at me as she did love , And made sweet moan . She found me roots of relish sweet , And honey wild , and manna dew ; And sure in language strange she said , I love thee true . She ...
... head , And bracelets too , and fragrant zone ; She look'd at me as she did love , And made sweet moan . She found me roots of relish sweet , And honey wild , and manna dew ; And sure in language strange she said , I love thee true . She ...
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... heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated , And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill ; The Plough - boy is whooping anon , anon . There's joy in the mountains ...
... heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated , And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill ; The Plough - boy is whooping anon , anon . There's joy in the mountains ...
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... head well armed wi ' pointed spears , That no one should him wrong . The sober autumn entered mild , When he grew wan and pale ; His bending joints and drooping head Show'd he began to fail . His colour sickened more and more , He faded ...
... head well armed wi ' pointed spears , That no one should him wrong . The sober autumn entered mild , When he grew wan and pale ; His bending joints and drooping head Show'd he began to fail . His colour sickened more and more , He faded ...
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a-begging Abbot bird bishop bishop of Hereford blow bower brave bright cheer child cold COVENTRY PATMORE cried Crocodile dark daughter dead dear door Dora doth eyes fair fair lady fast father fear flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gallant gallant story Gilpin gold gone gray green grew hand Hark hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill horse Inchcape Inchcape Rock John John Barleycorn king lady land light Little John 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 rose round S. T. Coleridge shepherd sing smile song soon soul sound steed stood storm stream sweet tell thee thou thought took trees unto wild Wildgrave wind wings Witch word young
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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.