The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan and Company, 1882 - 344 páginas |
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... Town's in Brunswick 150 Happy insect ! what can be 117 Her arms across her breast she laid . 200 Here lies , whom hound did ne'er pursue 18 Ho , sailor of the sea 68 How beautiful is the rain I am monarch of all I survey I come from ...
... Town's in Brunswick 150 Happy insect ! what can be 117 Her arms across her breast she laid . 200 Here lies , whom hound did ne'er pursue 18 Ho , sailor of the sea 68 How beautiful is the rain I am monarch of all I survey I come from ...
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... town , And half a hundred bridges . Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river , For men may come , and men may go , But I go on forever . I chatter over stony ways , In little sharps and trebles , I bubble into ...
... town , And half a hundred bridges . Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river , For men may come , and men may go , But I go on forever . I chatter over stony ways , In little sharps and trebles , I bubble into ...
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... at play , The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . ' To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your Garland 13 Lucy Gray, or Solitude.
... at play , The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . ' To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your Garland 13 Lucy Gray, or Solitude.
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... town . The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of ...
... town . The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of ...
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... town , And the little grey church on the windy shore , Then come down . She will not come though you call all day . Come away , come away . Children dear , was it yesterday We heard the sweet bells over the bay ? In the caverns where we ...
... town , And the little grey church on the windy shore , Then come down . She will not come though you call all day . Come away , come away . Children dear , was it yesterday We heard the sweet bells over the bay ? In the caverns where we ...
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Términos y frases comunes
a-begging Abbot bell bird bishop bishop of Hereford blow bower brave bright cheer child cold COVENTRY PATMORE cried Crocodile dark daughter dead dear door Dora doth eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair fair lady fast father fear 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 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 quoth Robin Hood rode round S. T. Coleridge shepherd sing smile song soon soul steed stood storm sweet tell thee thou thought took trees Twas unto wild Wildgrave wind wings Witch word Wordsworth young
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 3 - That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic ; not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house : I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door.
Página 196 - Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting, — " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Página 20 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Página 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.
Página 175 - Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Página 80 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.