The Children's Garland: From the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1862 - 344 Seiten |
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... gone ! W. Wordsworth XIX LORD RANDAL ' O , where have ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? O , where have ye been , my handsome young man ? ' ' I have been to the wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary with hunting , and fain ...
... gone ! W. Wordsworth XIX LORD RANDAL ' O , where have ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? O , where have ye been , my handsome young man ? ' ' I have been to the wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary with hunting , and fain ...
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... gone - a ruthless spoiler's prey , Who heeds not beauty , love , or song , ' Tis gone ! ( so seemed it ) and we grieved , Indignant at the wrong . Just three days after , passing by In clearer light , the moss - built cell I saw ...
... gone - a ruthless spoiler's prey , Who heeds not beauty , love , or song , ' Tis gone ! ( so seemed it ) and we grieved , Indignant at the wrong . Just three days after , passing by In clearer light , the moss - built cell I saw ...
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... gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames roll'd on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair , And look'd from that lone post of death In still , yet brave despair ; And shouted but once more ...
... gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames roll'd on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair , And look'd from that lone post of death In still , yet brave despair ; And shouted but once more ...
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... gone ; His last sea - fight is fought , His work of glory done . It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock : She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock . His sword was in its sheath ; His fingers held 56 The Children's.
... gone ; His last sea - fight is fought , His work of glory done . It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock : She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock . His sword was in its sheath ; His fingers held 56 The Children's.
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... gone , His victories are o'er ; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more . W. Cowper XXXVII A SEA DIRGE Full fathom five thy father lies : Of his bones are coral made : Those are pearls that were his eyes ; Nothing of ...
... gone , His victories are o'er ; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more . W. Cowper XXXVII A SEA DIRGE Full fathom five thy father lies : Of his bones are coral made : Those are pearls that were his eyes ; Nothing of ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.