The Children's Garland: From the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1862 - 344 páginas |
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... Stood up in the stirrup , leaned , patted his ear , Called my Roland his pet name , my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands , laughed and sang , any noise , bad or good , Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood . And all I ...
... Stood up in the stirrup , leaned , patted his ear , Called my Roland his pet name , my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands , laughed and sang , any noise , bad or good , Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood . And all I ...
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... lived in Nottinghamshire . As Robin Hood in the forest stood , All under the greenwood tree , There he was aware of a brave young man As fine as fine might be . The youngster was cloth'd in scarlet red , In scarlet 44 The Children's.
... lived in Nottinghamshire . As Robin Hood in the forest stood , All under the greenwood tree , There he was aware of a brave young man As fine as fine might be . The youngster was cloth'd in scarlet red , In scarlet 44 The Children's.
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... stood Amongst the leaves so gay , There did he espy the same young man , Come drooping along the way . The scarlet he wore the day before It was clean cast away ; And at every step he fetch'd a sigh , ' Alack and a well - a - day ...
... stood Amongst the leaves so gay , There did he espy the same young man , Come drooping along the way . The scarlet he wore the day before It was clean cast away ; And at every step he fetch'd a sigh , ' Alack and a well - a - day ...
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... still To the little grey church on the windy hill . From the church came a murmur of folk at their prayers , But we stood without in the cold blowing airs . We climb'd on the graves on the stones worn with 52 The Children's.
... still To the little grey church on the windy hill . From the church came a murmur of folk at their prayers , But we stood without in the cold blowing airs . We climb'd on the graves on the stones worn with 52 The Children's.
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... stood still , And listens like a three years ' child : The Mariner hath his will . The Wedding - Guest sat on a stone : He cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man , The bright - eyed Mariner . " The ship was cheered ...
... stood still , And listens like a three years ' child : The Mariner hath his will . The Wedding - Guest sat on a stone : He cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man , The bright - eyed Mariner . " The ship was cheered ...
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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 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 King Lear lady land light Little John live Lochinvar look look'd Lord Randal loud maid merry moon morning ne'er never Nevermore night o'er Old Ballad old courtier pipe poison'd poor pray queen quoth Robin Hood rode round S. T. Coleridge shepherd sing smile song soon soul steed stood storm stream sweet sweet dove died tell thee thou thought took tree Twas unto wild Wildgrave wind wings Witch word young
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Página 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.
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 328 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
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 64 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
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 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.
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 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.
Página 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.