The Children's Garland: From the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1862 - 344 Seiten |
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... Hark how the chairs and tables crack ! Old Betty's joints are on the rack ; Loud quack the ducks , the peacocks cry , The distant hills are seeming nigh . How restless are the snorting swine ; The busy flies disturb the kine ; Low o'er ...
... Hark how the chairs and tables crack ! Old Betty's joints are on the rack ; Loud quack the ducks , the peacocks cry , The distant hills are seeming nigh . How restless are the snorting swine ; The busy flies disturb the kine ; Low o'er ...
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... Hark what she sings : ' O joy , O joy , From the humming street , and the child with its toy , From the priest and the bell , and the holy well , From the wheel where I spun , And the blessed light of the sun . ' And so she sings her ...
... Hark what she sings : ' O joy , O joy , From the humming street , and the child with its toy , From the priest and the bell , and the holy well , From the wheel where I spun , And the blessed light of the sun . ' And so she sings her ...
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... But doth suffer a sea change Into something rich and strange ; Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them , — Ding , dong , bell . W. Shakespeare XXXVIII THE ANCIENT MARINER It is an ancient Mariner , Garland 57.
... But doth suffer a sea change Into something rich and strange ; Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them , — Ding , dong , bell . W. Shakespeare XXXVIII THE ANCIENT MARINER It is an ancient Mariner , Garland 57.
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... , 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 Children's.
... , 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 Children's.
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From the Best Poets Coventry Patmore. And bride - maids singing are : And hark the little vesper bell , Which biddeth me to prayer ! " O sweeter than the marriage - feast , ' Tis sweeter far to me , To walk together to the kirk With a ...
From the Best Poets Coventry Patmore. And bride - maids singing are : And hark the little vesper bell , Which biddeth me to prayer ! " O sweeter than the marriage - feast , ' Tis sweeter far to me , To walk together to the kirk With a ...
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Seite 340 - 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.
Seite 159 - 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?
Seite 328 - 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.
Seite 67 - 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!
Seite 64 - 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.
Seite 261 - 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...
Seite 191 - 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 58 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Seite 194 - 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.