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PAGE 304 3 Faintly as tolls the evening chime Fair daffodils , we weep to see .
Full fathom five thy father lies 81 207 57 Gentlefolks , in my time , I've made many
a rhyme . Good - bye , good - bye to Summer Good people all , of every sort .
PAGE 304 3 Faintly as tolls the evening chime Fair daffodils , we weep to see .
Full fathom five thy father lies 81 207 57 Gentlefolks , in my time , I've made many
a rhyme . Good - bye , good - bye to Summer Good people all , of every sort .
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Seven daughter had Lord Archibalds Shepherds all , and maidens fair Sir John
got him an ambling nag . Some will talk of bold Robin Hood Spring , the sweet
Spring , is the year's pleasant king . The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the
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Seven daughter had Lord Archibalds Shepherds all , and maidens fair Sir John
got him an ambling nag . Some will talk of bold Robin Hood Spring , the sweet
Spring , is the year's pleasant king . The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the
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A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull , Fair lined
slippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold . A belt of straw and ivy buds
, With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move ...
A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull , Fair lined
slippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold . A belt of straw and ivy buds
, With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move ...
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Through the calm and frosty air Of this morning bright and fair , Eddying round
and round they sink Softly , slowly : one might think From the motions that are
made , Every little leaf conveyed Sylph or Fairy hither tending , To this lower
world ...
Through the calm and frosty air Of this morning bright and fair , Eddying round
and round they sink Softly , slowly : one might think From the motions that are
made , Every little leaf conveyed Sylph or Fairy hither tending , To this lower
world ...
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In moderate cold and heat , To walk in the air , how pleasant and fair , In every
field of wheat , The fairest of flowers adorning the bowers , And every meadow's
brow ; So that I say , no courtier may Compare with them who clothe in grey , And
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In moderate cold and heat , To walk in the air , how pleasant and fair , In every
field of wheat , The fairest of flowers adorning the bowers , And every meadow's
brow ; So that I say , no courtier may Compare with them who clothe in grey , And
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Términos y frases comunes
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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