The Children's Garland: From the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1862 - 344 psl. |
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... died 125 I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy 74 I sprang to the stirrup , and Joris and he 38 I wander'd by the brook - side 322 If all the world was apple - pie 339 In ancient times , as story tells 254 In distant countries have I ...
... died 125 I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy 74 I sprang to the stirrup , and Joris and he 38 I wander'd by the brook - side 322 If all the world was apple - pie 339 In ancient times , as story tells 254 In distant countries have I ...
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... died away . On the deck the Rover takes his stand , So dark it is they see no land . Quoth Sir Ralph , ' It will be lighter soon , For there is the dawn of the rising moon . ' i 1 ' Can'st hear , ' said one , ' the 24 The Children's.
... died away . On the deck the Rover takes his stand , So dark it is they see no land . Quoth Sir Ralph , ' It will be lighter soon , For there is the dawn of the rising moon . ' i 1 ' Can'st hear , ' said one , ' the 24 The Children's.
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... dying fear One dreadful sound could the Rover hear , A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell , The fiends below were ringing his knell . R. Southey XVIII WRITTEN IN MARCH The cock is crowing , The stream is flowing , The small birds ...
... dying fear One dreadful sound could the Rover hear , A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell , The fiends below were ringing his knell . R. Southey XVIII WRITTEN IN MARCH The cock is crowing , The stream is flowing , The small birds ...
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... died ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary with hunting , and fain would lie down . ' ' O , I fear ye are poison'd , Lord Randal , my son ! O , I fear ye are poison'd , my handsome young man ! ' ' O , yes , I am poison'd ! mother ...
... died ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary with hunting , and fain would lie down . ' ' O , I fear ye are poison'd , Lord Randal , my son ! O , I fear ye are poison'd , my handsome young man ! ' ' O , yes , I am poison'd ! mother ...
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... bosom so tight , And she rock'd him so sorrowfully ; And there , in his anguish , a - nestling he lay , Till his struggles grew weak , and his cries died away . And the moon was a - shining down into the 30 The Children's.
... bosom so tight , And she rock'd him so sorrowfully ; And there , in his anguish , a - nestling he lay , Till his struggles grew weak , and his cries died away . And the moon was a - shining down into the 30 The Children's.
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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.