The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1863 - 344 من الصفحات |
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... Replied the Angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerly still ; and said , ' I pray thee then , Write me as one that loves his fellow - men . ' The angel wrote and vanished . The next night It came again with a great wakening light , And ...
... Replied the Angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerly still ; and said , ' I pray thee then , Write me as one that loves his fellow - men . ' The angel wrote and vanished . The next night It came again with a great wakening light , And ...
الصفحة 36
... replied , And fast the flames roll'd on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair , And look'd from that lone post of death In still , yet brave despair ; And shouted but once more aloud , ' My father ! must I stay ...
... replied , And fast the flames roll'd on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair , And look'd from that lone post of death In still , yet brave despair ; And shouted but once more aloud , ' My father ! must I stay ...
الصفحة 125
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
الصفحة 128
... replied ; Flapp'd round the cage with joyous screech , Dropt down , and died . T. Campbell I LXVIII SONG HAD a dove , and the sweet dove died ; And I have thought it died of grieving : O , what could it grieve for ? Its feet were tied ...
... replied ; Flapp'd round the cage with joyous screech , Dropt down , and died . T. Campbell I LXVIII SONG HAD a dove , and the sweet dove died ; And I have thought it died of grieving : O , what could it grieve for ? Its feet were tied ...
الصفحة 138
... replied he , " Tis the safest place in Germany ; The walls are high , and the shores are steep , And the stream is strong , and the water deep . ' Bishop Hatto fearfully hasten'd away , And he cross'd the Rhine without delay , And reach ...
... replied he , " Tis the safest place in Germany ; The walls are high , and the shores are steep , And the stream is strong , and the water deep . ' Bishop Hatto fearfully hasten'd away , And he cross'd the Rhine without delay , And reach ...
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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.