The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1866 - 344 páginas |
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... roses And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle . A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull , Fair lined slippers for the cold , With buckles of the ...
... roses And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle . A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull , Fair lined slippers for the cold , With buckles of the ...
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... the harvest's done . I see a lily on thy brow , With anguish moist and fever dew ; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too . I met a Lady in the meads , Full beautiful 20 The Children's La Belle Dame sans Mercy.
... the harvest's done . I see a lily on thy brow , With anguish moist and fever dew ; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too . I met a Lady in the meads , Full beautiful 20 The Children's La Belle Dame sans Mercy.
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... rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape Bell . The good old Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung , And over the waves its warning rung . When ...
... rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape Bell . The good old Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung , And over the waves its warning rung . When ...
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... rose and burst around ; Quoth Sir Ralph , ' The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok . ' Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away , He scour'd the seas for many a day ; And now grown rich with plunder'd store , He ...
... rose and burst around ; Quoth Sir Ralph , ' The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok . ' Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away , He scour'd the seas for many a day ; And now grown rich with plunder'd store , He ...
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... roses , and blue as the sky , Down there do the dear little violets lie ; Hiding their heads where they scarce may be seen , By the leaves you may know where the violet hath F. Moultrie been . XXXIII THE PALMER ' Open the door , some ...
... roses , and blue as the sky , Down there do the dear little violets lie ; Hiding their heads where they scarce may be seen , By the leaves you may know where the violet hath F. Moultrie been . XXXIII THE PALMER ' Open the door , some ...
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Términos y frases comunes
a-begging Abbot Binnorie bird bishop bishop of Hereford blow bower brave bright cheer child cold cried Crocodile dark daughter dead dear door Dora doth eyes fair fair lady fast father fear fell flowers gallant gallant story Gilpin gold green grew guilders 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 Skiddaw smile song soon soul steed stood storm stream sweet tell thee thou thought took trees Twas unto wild Wildgrave wind wings Witch word young
Pasajes populares
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.