The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1866 - 344 psl. |
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... fell upon a day . 169 As in the sunshine of the morn 271 At dead of night , when mortals lose 295 Attend all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise 70 Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain . 115 Beside the Moldau's ...
... fell upon a day . 169 As in the sunshine of the morn 271 At dead of night , when mortals lose 295 Attend all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise 70 Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain . 115 Beside the Moldau's ...
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... , the Barmecide , the good Vizier 96 Jenny Wren fell sick 336 John Bull for pastime took a prance 242 John Gilpin was a citizen 138 King Lear once ruled in this land 267 Lady Alice was sitting in her bower window . Laid viii Index.
... , the Barmecide , the good Vizier 96 Jenny Wren fell sick 336 John Bull for pastime took a prance 242 John Gilpin was a citizen 138 King Lear once ruled in this land 267 Lady Alice was sitting in her bower window . Laid viii Index.
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... Fell , or Poverty CLVII The First Swallow CLVIII CLIX The Graves of a Household The Thrush's Nest CLX The Last of the Flock CLXI The Romance of the Swan's Nest CLXII Song CLXIII Timothy CLXIV CLXV CLXVI CLXVII CLXVIII The Sleeping ...
... Fell , or Poverty CLVII The First Swallow CLVIII CLIX The Graves of a Household The Thrush's Nest CLX The Last of the Flock CLXI The Romance of the Swan's Nest CLXII Song CLXIII Timothy CLXIV CLXV CLXVI CLXVII CLXVIII The Sleeping ...
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... 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 the Rock was hid by the ...
... 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 the Rock was hid by the ...
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... fell , Never more can she feel his warm face in her breast ( Under the leafy elm - tree ) , For his eyes are a - shut , and his hands are at rest , And he's now from his pain a - set free ; For his soul we do know is to heaven a - fled ...
... fell , Never more can she feel his warm face in her breast ( Under the leafy elm - tree ) , For his eyes are a - shut , and his hands are at rest , And he's now from his pain a - set free ; For his soul we do know is to heaven a - fled ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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
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159 psl. - 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?
4 psl. - 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.
67 psl. - 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!
195 psl. - 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.
196 psl. - 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!
261 psl. - 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...
328 psl. - 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.
19 psl. - 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.
20 psl. - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
61 psl. - 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.