Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages, Band 1A. A. Knopf, 1923 - 696 Seiten |
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... never the same for two hours together . I have seen it gathered close up in its hollow in the livid and coppery gloom of storm ; crouched like a hare in winter under a mask of snow ; dark and silent beneath the changing sparkle of the ...
... never the same for two hours together . I have seen it gathered close up in its hollow in the livid and coppery gloom of storm ; crouched like a hare in winter under a mask of snow ; dark and silent beneath the changing sparkle of the ...
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... never failed to alarm me . But I made up my mind always to keep my wits about me and my eyes open ; and never to be caught trespassing . Then one day , as I slid down from the roof of the barn from amid the branches of a chestnut tree ...
... never failed to alarm me . But I made up my mind always to keep my wits about me and my eyes open ; and never to be caught trespassing . Then one day , as I slid down from the roof of the barn from amid the branches of a chestnut tree ...
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... never quite catch what she said ; never idle ; and though slow and awkward in her movements , she did a vast deal of work . With small short - sighted eyes fixed on her mortar she would stand pounding and pounding ; or stewing and ...
... never quite catch what she said ; never idle ; and though slow and awkward in her movements , she did a vast deal of work . With small short - sighted eyes fixed on her mortar she would stand pounding and pounding ; or stewing and ...
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... never once asked me about my character , never warned me of anything , never said " You must " ; and yet I knew well that if in stupidity or carelessness I did anything in her house which she did not approve of , my punishment would ...
... never once asked me about my character , never warned me of anything , never said " You must " ; and yet I knew well that if in stupidity or carelessness I did anything in her house which she did not approve of , my punishment would ...
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... never mentioned Miss Taroone's name , and spoke of her house a little deceit- fully , since I did not confess how much I loved being in it . One evening and it was already growing late - Miss Taroone , after steadily gazing into my eyes ...
... never mentioned Miss Taroone's name , and spoke of her house a little deceit- fully , since I did not confess how much I loved being in it . One evening and it was already growing late - Miss Taroone , after steadily gazing into my eyes ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.