The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1863 - 344 من الصفحات |
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... look to your rudder there , Why look'st thou thus at me ? And nimbly stepp'd into my boat With her a little lad , Naked and blind , yet did I note That bow and shafts he had , And two wings to his shoulders fixt , Which stood like ...
... look to your rudder there , Why look'st thou thus at me ? And nimbly stepp'd into my boat With her a little lad , Naked and blind , yet did I note That bow and shafts he had , And two wings to his shoulders fixt , Which stood like ...
الصفحة 16
... looks At the twisted brooks ; He can feel the cool Breath of each little pool ; His fevered brain Grows calm again , And he breathes a blessing on the rain . From the neighbouring school Come the boys , With more 16 The Children's ...
... looks At the twisted brooks ; He can feel the cool Breath of each little pool ; His fevered brain Grows calm again , And he breathes a blessing on the rain . From the neighbouring school Come the boys , With more 16 The Children's ...
الصفحة 18
... look , And , when he could , would bite . His diet was of wheaten bread , And milk , and oats , and straw ; Thistles , or lettuces instead , With sand to scour his maw . On twigs of hawthorn he regaled , On pippin's russet peel , And ...
... look , And , when he could , would bite . His diet was of wheaten bread , And milk , and oats , and straw ; Thistles , or lettuces instead , With sand to scour his maw . On twigs of hawthorn he regaled , On pippin's russet peel , And ...
الصفحة 20
... look made of all sweet accord , Answer'd , ' The names of those who love the 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 ...
... look made of all sweet accord , Answer'd , ' The names of those who love the 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 ...
الصفحة 21
... 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 . She took me to her elfin grot , And there she gazed ...
... 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 . She took me to her elfin grot , And there she gazed ...
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الصفحة 160 - 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?
الصفحة 2 - 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.
الصفحة 5 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
الصفحة 286 - WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? , Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
الصفحة 4 - I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
الصفحة 331 - 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.
الصفحة 123 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter " Little Prig. Bun replied, " You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track ; Talents differ ; all is well and wisely put ; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither...
الصفحة 264 - 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...
الصفحة 197 - 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.
الصفحة 146 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.