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... list to hear our noble England's praise Before the stout harvesters falleth the
grain . Beside the Moldau's rushing stream . Clear had the day been from the
dawn Close by the threshold of a door nail'd fast Come dear children , let us
away .
... list to hear our noble England's praise Before the stout harvesters falleth the
grain . Beside the Moldau's rushing stream . Clear had the day been from the
dawn Close by the threshold of a door nail'd fast Come dear children , let us
away .
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Now ponder well , you parents dear Now the bright morning star , day's harbinger
Now the hungry lion roars . Now , woman , why without your veil ? ' 178 23 100 2
2 296 . . O Mary , go and call the cattle home O listen , listen , ladies gay O say ...
Now ponder well , you parents dear Now the bright morning star , day's harbinger
Now the hungry lion roars . Now , woman , why without your veil ? ' 178 23 100 2
2 296 . . O Mary , go and call the cattle home O listen , listen , ladies gay O say ...
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This is not a fit match , ' quoth bold Robin Hood , " That you do seem to make
here , For since we are come into the church , The bride shall choose her own
dear . ' Then Robin Hood put his horn to his mouth , And blew blasts two or three
...
This is not a fit match , ' quoth bold Robin Hood , " That you do seem to make
here , For since we are come into the church , The bride shall choose her own
dear . ' Then Robin Hood put his horn to his mouth , And blew blasts two or three
...
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Old Ballad XXXII VIOLETS Under the green hedges after the snow , There do the
dear little violets grow , Hiding their modest and beautiful heads Under the
hawthorn in soft mossy beds . Sweet as the roses , and blue as the sky , Down
there ...
Old Ballad XXXII VIOLETS Under the green hedges after the snow , There do the
dear little violets grow , Hiding their modest and beautiful heads Under the
hawthorn in soft mossy beds . Sweet as the roses , and blue as the sky , Down
there ...
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Sir W. Scott XXXIV THE FORSAKEN MERMAN Come dear children , let us away ;
Down and away below . Now my brothers call from the bay ; Now the great winds
shorewards blow ; Now the salt tides seawards flow ; Now the wild white ...
Sir W. Scott XXXIV THE FORSAKEN MERMAN Come dear children , let us away ;
Down and away below . Now my brothers call from the bay ; Now the great winds
shorewards blow ; Now the salt tides seawards flow ; Now the wild white ...
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bear began bell bird blow bright child cold comes cried dark dead dear death deep door doth eyes face fair fall father fear feet fell fire flowers gave give gold gone green grew hand hast hath head hear heard heart hill horse John king knew lady land leaves light live look Lord mind morning mother never night o'er once poor pray quoth replied rest Robin Robin Hood Rock rose round seen ship side sing smile song soon soul sound stand stood storm stream sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought Till took trees true turn Twas unto voice waves wild wind wings young
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Página 155 - 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 197 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Página 195 - 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 55 - Out of the sea came he ! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Página 263 - 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 212 - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Página 199 - 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 21 - I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone ; She look'd at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew ; And sure in language strange she said, I love thee true.
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 200 - 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!
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Children's Garland from the Best Poets Golden treasury series |
| Compilado por | Coventry Patmore |
| Edición | reimpresa |
| Editor | Macmillan and Company, Limited, 1871 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 2 Feb. 2007 |
| Largo | 344 páginas |
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