The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1866 - Всего страниц: 344 |
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... 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 heard of Lucy Gray . Oh , hear a pensive prisoner's prayer Oh , to be ...
... 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 heard of Lucy Gray . Oh , hear a pensive prisoner's prayer Oh , to be ...
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... Hath fortune hither brought ? She , seeing mine eyes still on her were , Soon , smilingly , quoth she , Sirrah , look to your rudder there , Why look'st thou thus at me ? And nimbly stepp'd into my boat With her a little Garland 9 The ...
... Hath fortune hither brought ? She , seeing mine eyes still on her were , Soon , smilingly , quoth she , Sirrah , look to your rudder there , Why look'st thou thus at me ? And nimbly stepp'd into my boat With her a little Garland 9 The ...
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... hath been , For such a thing , half bird , half boy , I think was never seen . And in my boat I turn'd about , And wistly view'd the lad , And clearly I saw his eyes were out , Though bow and shafts he had . As wistly she did me behold ...
... hath been , For such a thing , half bird , half boy , I think was never seen . And in my boat I turn'd about , And wistly view'd the lad , And clearly I saw his eyes were out , Though bow and shafts he had . As wistly she did me behold ...
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Coventry Patmore. He hath been bred too wantonly To undertake my trade . Why , help him to a master , then , Quoth she , such youths be scant ; It cannot be but there be men That such a boy do want . Quoth I , when you your best have ...
Coventry Patmore. He hath been bred too wantonly To undertake my trade . Why , help him to a master , then , Quoth she , such youths be scant ; It cannot be but there be men That such a boy do want . Quoth I , when you your best have ...
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... d On the cold hill - side . I saw pale kings , and princes too , Pale warriors , death - pale were they all ; Who cried ' La belle Dame sans mercy Hath thee in thrall ! ' I saw their starved lips in the gloom With horrid Garland 21.
... d On the cold hill - side . I saw pale kings , and princes too , Pale warriors , death - pale were they all ; Who cried ' La belle Dame sans mercy Hath thee in thrall ! ' I saw their starved lips in the gloom With horrid Garland 21.
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Стр. 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?
Стр. 4 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 195 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Стр. 196 - 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!
Стр. 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...
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. 19 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Стр. 20 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Стр. 61 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; "We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. "Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.