The Children's Garland: From the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1862 - 344 psl. |
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... spy the fawn at play , The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . ' To - night will be a stormy night You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your Garland 13 XI ...
... spy the fawn at play , The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . ' To - night will be a stormy night You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your Garland 13 XI ...
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... face Were as white as clean ashes could be ; And her tongue was a - tied , and her still heart did swell Till her senses came back with the first tear that fell . Never more can she feel his warm face in her breast ( Under the leafy elm ...
... face Were as white as clean ashes could be ; And her tongue was a - tied , and her still heart did swell Till her senses came back with the first tear that fell . Never more can she feel his warm face in her breast ( Under the leafy elm ...
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... face . " Alas ! ( thought I , and my heart beat loud ) How fast she nears and nears ! Are those her sails glance in the Sun , Like restless gossameres ? " Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer , as through a grate ? And is ...
... face . " Alas ! ( thought I , and my heart beat loud ) How fast she nears and nears ! Are those her sails glance in the Sun , Like restless gossameres ? " Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer , as through a grate ? And is ...
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... face I see , I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach . " What loud uproar bursts from that door : The wedding - guests are there : But in the garden - bower the bride And bride - maids singing are : And hark the 66 The ...
... face I see , I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach . " What loud uproar bursts from that door : The wedding - guests are there : But in the garden - bower the bride And bride - maids singing are : And hark the 66 The ...
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... face turn'd to the skies , The lantern gleam'd through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes . Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ who stilled the waves On the Lake ...
... face turn'd to the skies , The lantern gleam'd through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes . Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ who stilled the waves On the Lake ...
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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.