The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1871 - Всего страниц: 344 |
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... true . She took me to her elfin grot , And there she gazed and sighed deep , And there I shut her wild sad eyes , So kissed to sleep . And there we slumber'd on the moss , And there I dream'd , ah , woe betide , The latest dream I ever ...
... true . She took me to her elfin grot , And there she gazed and sighed deep , And there I shut her wild sad eyes , So kissed to sleep . And there we slumber'd on the moss , And there I dream'd , ah , woe betide , The latest dream I ever ...
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... True Story The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead . The flames roll'd on . He would not go Without his father's word ; That father faint in ...
... True Story The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead . The flames roll'd on . He would not go Without his father's word ; That father faint in ...
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... true love again , And deliver her unto thee ? ' ' I have no money , ' then quoth the young man , ' No ready gold nor fee , But I will swear upon a book Thy true servant for to be . ' ' How many miles is it to thy true love ? Come tell ...
... true love again , And deliver her unto thee ? ' ' I have no money , ' then quoth the young man , ' No ready gold nor fee , But I will swear upon a book Thy true servant for to be . ' ' How many miles is it to thy true love ? Come tell ...
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... true love , ' Robin he said , ' Young Allin as I hear say ; And you shall be married at this same time , Before we depart away . ' ' That shall not be , ' the bishop he said , ' For thy word shall not stand ; They shall be three times ...
... true love , ' Robin he said , ' Young Allin as I hear say ; And you shall be married at this same time , Before we depart away . ' ' That shall not be , ' the bishop he said , ' For thy word shall not stand ; They shall be three times ...
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... true , she averred , Who would rob a poor bird of its young ; And I loved her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue . W. Shenstone LXIV THE LORD OF BURLEIGH In her ear he whispers gaily , ' If my heart by signs can ...
... true , she averred , Who would rob a poor bird of its young ; And I loved her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue . W. Shenstone LXIV THE LORD OF BURLEIGH In her ear he whispers gaily , ' If my heart by signs can ...
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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!