The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1871 - 344 páginas |
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... Lord Thomas he was a bold forester . 238 258 Mary - Ann was alone with her baby in arms My banks they are furnished with bees My heart leaps up when I behold Napoleon's banners at Boulogne . No stir in the air , no stir in the sea . Now ...
... Lord Thomas he was a bold forester . 238 258 Mary - Ann was alone with her baby in arms My banks they are furnished with bees My heart leaps up when I behold Napoleon's banners at Boulogne . No stir in the air , no stir in the sea . Now ...
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PAGE See the Kitten on the wall . Seven daughter had Lord Archibalds Shepherds all , and maidens fair Sir John got him an ambling nag . Some will talk of bold Robin Hood . Spring , the sweet Spring , is the year's pleasant king . The ...
PAGE See the Kitten on the wall . Seven daughter had Lord Archibalds Shepherds all , and maidens fair Sir John got him an ambling nag . Some will talk of bold Robin Hood . Spring , the sweet Spring , is the year's pleasant king . 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 next night The angel wrote and ...
... 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 next night The angel wrote and ...
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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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Página 155 - 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 197 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Página 195 - 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 55 - Out of the sea came he ! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Página 263 - 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 212 - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Página 199 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Página 21 - I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone ; She look'd at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew ; And sure in language strange she said, I love thee true.
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 200 - 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!