The Children's Garland: From the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1862 - 344 psl. |
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... Lord Thomas he was a bold forester . 258 Mary - Ann was alone with her baby in arms 30 My banks they are furnished with bees My heart leaps up when I behold 118 341 Napoleon's banners at Boulogne . 178 No stir in the air , no stir in ...
... Lord Thomas he was a bold forester . 258 Mary - Ann was alone with her baby in arms 30 My banks they are furnished with bees My heart leaps up when I behold 118 341 Napoleon's banners at Boulogne . 178 No stir in the air , no stir in ...
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... Lord Archibald PAGE 8 197 Shepherds all , and maidens fair 123 Sir John got him an ambling nag . 287 Some will talk of bold Robin Hood . 284 Spring , the sweet Spring , is the year's pleasant king . 223 The Assyrian came down like the ...
... Lord Archibald PAGE 8 197 Shepherds all , and maidens fair 123 Sir John got him an ambling nag . 287 Some will talk of bold Robin Hood . 284 Spring , the sweet Spring , is the year's pleasant king . 223 The Assyrian came down like the ...
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... Lord , More than man's spoken word . 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 ...
... Lord , More than man's spoken word . 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 ...
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... Lord . ' ' And is mine one ? ' said Abou . ' Nay , not so , ' Replied the Angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerly still ; and said , ' I pray thee then , Write me as one that loves his fellow men . ' The angel wrote and vanished . The ...
... Lord . ' ' And is mine one ? ' said Abou . ' Nay , not so , ' Replied the Angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerly still ; and said , ' I pray thee then , Write me as one that loves his fellow men . ' The angel wrote and vanished . The ...
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... LORD RANDAL ' O , where have ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? O , where have ye been , my handsome young man ? ' ' I have been to the wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary with hunting , and fain would lie down . ' ' Where ...
... LORD RANDAL ' O , where have ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? O , where have ye been , my handsome young man ? ' ' I have been to the wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary with hunting , and fain would lie down . ' ' Where ...
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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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340 psl. - 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.
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?
328 psl. - 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.
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!
64 psl. - 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.
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...
191 psl. - 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.
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.
58 psl. - He holds him with his glittering eye The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
194 psl. - 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.