The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1871 - Всего страниц: 344 |
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... Light 55 82 126 O sing unto my roundelay O then , I see , Queen Mab hath been with you O where have ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? O where have you been , my long , long , love . O , young Lochinvar is come out of the west Oft I had ...
... Light 55 82 126 O sing unto my roundelay O then , I see , Queen Mab hath been with you O where have ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? O where have you been , my long , long , love . O , young Lochinvar is come out of the west Oft I had ...
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... light ; By the dead and drowsy fire , Every elf and fairy sprite , Hop as light as bird from brier ; And this ditty after me , Sing and dance it trippingly . First rehearse this song by rote , To each word a warbling note , Hand in hand ...
... light ; By the dead and drowsy fire , Every elf and fairy sprite , Hop as light as bird from brier ; And this ditty after me , Sing and dance it trippingly . First rehearse this song by rote , To each word a warbling note , Hand in hand ...
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... ask not whither lies your way , Nor whence ye came , nor what your light . Be - still a dream throughout the day , A blessing through the night . B. Cornwall VII THE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE Come live with me 6 The Children's.
... ask not whither lies your way , Nor whence ye came , nor what your light . Be - still a dream throughout the day , A blessing through the night . B. Cornwall VII THE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE Come live with me 6 The Children's.
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... its fellow , Just as light and just as yellow ; There are many now - now one— Now they stop and there are none : What intenseness of desire In her upward eye of fire ! With a tiger - leap half - way Now she 8 The Children's.
... its fellow , Just as light and just as yellow ; There are many now - now one— Now they stop and there are none : What intenseness of desire In her upward eye of fire ! With a tiger - leap half - way Now she 8 The Children's.
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... light , Or by some sickness , hurt , or blow , Deprived of his sight ? Nay , sure , quoth she , he thus was born . ' Tis strange , born blind ! quoth I ; I fear you put this as a scorn On my simplicity . Quoth she , thus blind I did him ...
... light , Or by some sickness , hurt , or blow , Deprived of his sight ? Nay , sure , quoth she , he thus was born . ' Tis strange , born blind ! quoth I ; I fear you put this as a scorn On my simplicity . Quoth she , thus blind I did him ...
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Стр. 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?
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!