The Children's Garland: From the Best PoetsMacmillan, 1884 - 344 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 3
... fire , Every elf and fairy sprite , Hop as light as bird from brier ; And this ditty after me , Sing and dance it trippingly . First rehearse this song by rote , To each word a warbling note , Hand in hand , with fairy grace , We will ...
... fire , Every elf and fairy sprite , Hop as light as bird from brier ; And this ditty after me , Sing and dance it trippingly . First rehearse this song by rote , To each word a warbling note , Hand in hand , with fairy grace , We will ...
Σελίδα 8
... and just as yellow ; There are many now - now one- Now they stop and there are none : What intenseness of desire In her upward eye of fire ! With a tiger - leap half - way Now she 8 Co The Children's The Kitten and Falling Leaves.
... and just as yellow ; There are many now - now one- Now they stop and there are none : What intenseness of desire In her upward eye of fire ! With a tiger - leap half - way Now she 8 Co The Children's The Kitten and Falling Leaves.
Σελίδα 36
... fires made way . They wrapt the ship in splendour wild , They caught the flag on high , And streamed above the gallant child Like banners in the sky . Then came a burst of thunder - sound- The boy - oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds ...
... fires made way . They wrapt the ship in splendour wild , They caught the flag on high , And streamed above the gallant child Like banners in the sky . Then came a burst of thunder - sound- The boy - oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds ...
Σελίδα 61
... fires danced at night ; The water , like a witch's oils , Burnt green , and blue , and white . " 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 ...
... fires danced at night ; The water , like a witch's oils , Burnt green , and blue , and white . " 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 ...
Σελίδα 65
... fire . " O happy living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart , And I blessed them unaware : Sure my kind Saint took pity on me , And I blessed them unaware . " The selfsame moment I could ...
... fire . " O happy living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart , And I blessed them unaware : Sure my kind Saint took pity on me , And I blessed them unaware . " The selfsame moment I could ...
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Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
a-begging Abbot bird bishop bishop of Hereford blow bower brave bright cheer child cold COVENTRY PATMORE cried Crocodile dark dead dear door Dora doth eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair fair lady 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 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 stream sweet tell thee thou thought took trees Twas unto wild Wildgrave wind wings Witch word Wordsworth young
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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?
Σελίδα 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!
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 195 - 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 182 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Σελίδα 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.