The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1866 - 344 páginas |
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Coventry Patmore. LONDON R. CLAY , SON , AND TAYLOR , PRINTERS , BREAD STREET HILL . TENTH THOUSAND : APRIL , 1866 6667 THE CHILDREN'S GARLAND FROM THE BEST POETS SELECTED AND.
Coventry Patmore. LONDON R. CLAY , SON , AND TAYLOR , PRINTERS , BREAD STREET HILL . TENTH THOUSAND : APRIL , 1866 6667 THE CHILDREN'S GARLAND FROM THE BEST POETS SELECTED AND.
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... Hill and daie doth boast thy blessing . Thus we salute thee with our early song , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . J. Milton III THE APPROACH OF THE FAIRIES Now the hungry lion roars , And the wolf behowls the moon ; Whilst the ...
... Hill and daie doth boast thy blessing . Thus we salute thee with our early song , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . J. Milton III THE APPROACH OF THE FAIRIES Now the hungry lion roars , And the wolf behowls the moon ; Whilst the ...
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... hills I hurry down , Or slip between the ridges , By twenty thorps , a little 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 ...
... hills I hurry down , Or slip between the ridges , By twenty thorps , a little 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 ...
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... hills and valleys , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . There will I make ...
... hills and valleys , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . There will I make ...
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... hill did Lucy climb ; But never reached the 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 ...
... hill did Lucy climb ; But never reached the 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 ...
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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.