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It is not growing like a tree It was a summer evening It was the schooner
Hesperus I've watch'd you now a full half - hour 86 4 125 74 38 322 339 254 317
119 107 226 281 58 340 184 78 291 Jaffar , the Barmecide , the good Vizier
Jenny ...
It is not growing like a tree It was a summer evening It was the schooner
Hesperus I've watch'd you now a full half - hour 86 4 125 74 38 322 339 254 317
119 107 226 281 58 340 184 78 291 Jaffar , the Barmecide , the good Vizier
Jenny ...
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Underneath an old oak tree Up the airy mountain Up , Timothy , up with your staff
and away Up ! up ! ye dames , ye lasses gay Upon a time a neighing steed 48 12
41 163 324 327 216 When Arthur first in cotirt began When as King Henry ruled ...
Underneath an old oak tree Up the airy mountain Up , Timothy , up with your staff
and away Up ! up ! ye dames , ye lasses gay Upon a time a neighing steed 48 12
41 163 324 327 216 When Arthur first in cotirt began When as King Henry ruled ...
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C. Marlowe VIII THE KITTEN AND FALLING LEAVES See the Kitten on the wall ,
Sporting with the leaves that fall , Withered leaves - one -two - and threeFrom the
lofty elder tree ! Through the calm and frosty air Of this morning bright and fair ...
C. Marlowe VIII THE KITTEN AND FALLING LEAVES See the Kitten on the wall ,
Sporting with the leaves that fall , Withered leaves - one -two - and threeFrom the
lofty elder tree ! Through the calm and frosty air Of this morning bright and fair ...
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M. Drayton х SONG Under the greenwood tree , Who loves to lie with me , And
tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , Come hither , come hither ,
come hither ; Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Who
doth ...
M. Drayton х SONG Under the greenwood tree , Who loves to lie with me , And
tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , Come hither , come hither ,
come hither ; Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Who
doth ...
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Near at hand , From under the sheltering trees , The farmer sees His pastures
and his fields of grain , As they bend their tops To the numberless beating drops
Of the incessant rain . He counts it as no sin That he sees therein Only his own
thrift ...
Near at hand , From under the sheltering trees , The farmer sees His pastures
and his fields of grain , As they bend their tops To the numberless beating drops
Of the incessant rain . He counts it as no sin That he sees therein Only his own
thrift ...
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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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