Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages, المجلد 1A. A. Knopf, 1923 - 696 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة vii
... " 241 FAR 281 LILY BRIGHT AND SHINE - A " ECHO THEN SHALL AGAIN TELL HER I FOLLOW " OLD TALES AND BALLADRY 335 363 405 EVENING AND DREAMS 441 THE GARDEN ABOUT AND ROUNDABOUT 473 489 COME HITHER THE STORY OF THIS BOOK In my rovings.
... " 241 FAR 281 LILY BRIGHT AND SHINE - A " ECHO THEN SHALL AGAIN TELL HER I FOLLOW " OLD TALES AND BALLADRY 335 363 405 EVENING AND DREAMS 441 THE GARDEN ABOUT AND ROUNDABOUT 473 489 COME HITHER THE STORY OF THIS BOOK In my rovings.
الصفحة xvii
... tell cu- rious and rambling stories ( as true as she could make them ) ; and many of them were about the old days in Thrae , older days in Sure Vine , and about Miss Taroone , in whose service she had been since she was a small child ...
... tell cu- rious and rambling stories ( as true as she could make them ) ; and many of them were about the old days in Thrae , older days in Sure Vine , and about Miss Taroone , in whose service she had been since she was a small child ...
الصفحة xix
... portraits and charts and mementoes that hung thick and closely on her own walls . " Well , " she replied , " if you like pictures I must first tell you about Nahum . " I could not at first make head or tail of [ xix ]
... portraits and charts and mementoes that hung thick and closely on her own walls . " Well , " she replied , " if you like pictures I must first tell you about Nahum . " I could not at first make head or tail of [ xix ]
الصفحة xxx
... tell where , or in whose company , you may wake out of a dream . I re- member one sultry afternoon being started out of my wits by a sudden clap of thunder . I looked up , to find the whole room black , zizzag , and strange , and for a ...
... tell where , or in whose company , you may wake out of a dream . I re- member one sultry afternoon being started out of my wits by a sudden clap of thunder . I looked up , to find the whole room black , zizzag , and strange , and for a ...
الصفحة 12
... tell you of a blossoming and buds on every tree , Drawing near unto the merry month of May . Rise up , the master of this house , put on your charm of gold , For the summer springs so fresh , green , and gay ; Be not in pride offended ...
... tell you of a blossoming and buds on every tree , Drawing near unto the merry month of May . Rise up , the master of this house , put on your charm of gold , For the summer springs so fresh , green , and gay ; Be not in pride offended ...
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bells bird bonny breast bright called CHRISTINA ROSSETTI cold dance dark dark Rosaleen dead dear death door doth dream earth EMILY BRONTË eyes fair Fair Annie fear flowers gentle gold gone green hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill John JOHN KEATS John Peel King lady light looked Lord maid MARY COLERIDGE merry Miss Taroone moon morning mother Nahum's never night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Peter Gurney play poem rhyme ring ROBERT HERRICK roses round sail shadow shining ship sigh silent silver sing sleep snow song sorrow soul stanza stars sweet tears tell thee things Thomas Thomas Campion thou tree Twas Uncle Tom Cobley unto voice weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind wings wood words young
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الصفحة 97 - 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? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
الصفحة 175 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
الصفحة 213 - SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
الصفحة 635 - But now my task is smoothly done: I can fly, or I can run, Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
الصفحة 218 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
الصفحة 41 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
الصفحة 455 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
الصفحة 274 - THEY are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear.
الصفحة 59 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my ANNABEL LEE — .With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
الصفحة 60 - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.