The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1863 - 344 páginas |
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... ne'er pursue , Nor swifter greyhound follow , Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew , Nor ear heard huntsman's hallo ! Old Tiney , surliest of his kind , Who , nurs'd with tender care , And to domestic bounds confined , Was still a wild ...
... ne'er pursue , Nor swifter greyhound follow , Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew , Nor ear heard huntsman's hallo ! Old Tiney , surliest of his kind , Who , nurs'd with tender care , And to domestic bounds confined , Was still a wild ...
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... Ne'er fail in old Scotland ! Old Ballad XXI MA MARY - ANN'S CHILD ARY - ANN was alone with her baby in arms , In her house with the trees overhead , For her husband was out in the night and the storms , In his business a - toiling for ...
... Ne'er fail in old Scotland ! Old Ballad XXI MA MARY - ANN'S CHILD ARY - ANN was alone with her baby in arms , In her house with the trees overhead , For her husband was out in the night and the storms , In his business a - toiling for ...
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... ne'er had eat , And round and round it flew , The ice did split with a thunder - fit ; The helmsman steered us through ! " And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow , And every day , for food or play , Came 60 ...
... ne'er had eat , And round and round it flew , The ice did split with a thunder - fit ; The helmsman steered us through ! " And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow , And every day , for food or play , Came 60 ...
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... ne'er had been , nor ne'er again shall be . From Eddystone to Berwick bounds , from Lynn to Milford Bay , That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day ; For swift to east and swift to west the warning radi- ance spread ; High ...
... ne'er had been , nor ne'er again shall be . From Eddystone to Berwick bounds , from Lynn to Milford Bay , That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day ; For swift to east and swift to west the warning radi- ance spread ; High ...
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... ne'er could be true , she averred , Who would rob a poor bird of its young ; And I loved her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue . W. Shenstone LXIV THE LORD OF BURLEIGH N her ear he whispers The Children's ...
... ne'er could be true , she averred , Who would rob a poor bird of its young ; And I loved her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue . W. Shenstone LXIV THE LORD OF BURLEIGH N her ear he whispers The Children's ...
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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 lady fast father fear flowers gallant gallant story Gilpin gold gone gray green grew guilders hand Hark hast hath head hear heard heart heaven horned owl horse Inchcape Rock John John Barleycorn king lady land light Little John Little white Lily 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 queen quoth rats Robin Hood rode rose round S. T. Coleridge seem'd shepherd sing Skiddaw smile song soon soul steed stood stream sweet tears tell thee thou thought took unto wild Wildgrave wind wings Witch word young
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Página 55 - And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo ! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine.
Página 274 - 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?
Página 51 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is 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 the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Página x - 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.
Página xii - 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.
Página 16 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Página 188 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Página 319 - 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.
Página 189 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Página 252 - 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...