The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1866 - 344 páginas |
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... began 306 When as King Henry ruled this land 228 When I remember'd again 289 When I was still a boy and mother's pride 127 When icicles hang by the wall . 22 When shall we three meet again 214 When the British warrior queen 180 Whither ...
... began 306 When as King Henry ruled this land 228 When I remember'd again 289 When I was still a boy and mother's pride 127 When icicles hang by the wall . 22 When shall we three meet again 214 When the British warrior queen 180 Whither ...
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... began to fail . His colour sickened more and more , He faded into age ; And then his enemies began To show their deadly rage . They've ta'en a weapon long and sharp , And cut him by the knee ; And tied him fast upon the cart , Like a ...
... began to fail . His colour sickened more and more , He faded into age ; And then his enemies began To show their deadly rage . They've ta'en a weapon long and sharp , And cut him by the knee ; And tied him fast upon the cart , Like a ...
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... began to laugh ; He asked them seven times in the church , Lest three times should not be enough . ' Who gives me this maid ? ' said Little John ; Quoth Robin Hood , ' That do I , And he that takes her from Allin a Dale , Full dearly he ...
... began to laugh ; He asked them seven times in the church , Lest three times should not be enough . ' Who gives me this maid ? ' said Little John ; Quoth Robin Hood , ' That do I , And he that takes her from Allin a Dale , Full dearly he ...
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... began so for to alter , She yaw'd just as tho ' she was drunk . The squall tore the mainsail to shivers , Helm a - weather , the hoarse boatswain cries ; Brace the foresail athwart , see she quivers , As through the rough tempest she ...
... began so for to alter , She yaw'd just as tho ' she was drunk . The squall tore the mainsail to shivers , Helm a - weather , the hoarse boatswain cries ; Brace the foresail athwart , see she quivers , As through the rough tempest she ...
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... began : In a lonesome wood , with heaps of leaves , I hid the murder'd man ! ́ And all that day I read in school , But my thought was otherwhere ! As soon as the mid - day task was done , In secret I was there : And a mighty wind had ...
... began : In a lonesome wood , with heaps of leaves , I hid the murder'd man ! ́ And all that day I read in school , But my thought was otherwhere ! As soon as the mid - day task was done , In secret I was there : And a mighty wind had ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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 fair lady fast father fear fell flowers gallant gallant story Gilpin gold green grew guilders 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 Skiddaw smile song soon soul steed stood storm stream sweet tell thee thou thought took trees Twas unto wild Wildgrave wind wings Witch word young
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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 4 - 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 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 195 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Página 196 - 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 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...
Página 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.
Página 19 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 20 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Página 61 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; "We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. "Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.