The Children's Garland from the Best Poets: Selected and Arranged by Coventry Patmore |
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... rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem to thank the Lord , More than man's spoken word . Near at hand , From under the sheltering trees , The farmer sees His pastures and his fields of grain , As they bend ...
... rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem to thank the Lord , More than man's spoken word . Near at hand , From under the sheltering trees , The farmer sees His pastures and his fields of grain , As they bend ...
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... rest . Leigh Hunt XV LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCY Ah , what can ail thee , wretched wight , Alone and palely loitering ? The sedge is wither'd from the lake , And no birds sing . Ah , what can ail thee , wretched wight , So haggard and so ...
... rest . Leigh Hunt XV LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCY Ah , what can ail thee , wretched wight , Alone and palely loitering ? The sedge is wither'd from the lake , And no birds sing . Ah , what can ail thee , wretched wight , So haggard and so ...
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... rest , And he's now from his pain a - set free ; For his soul we do know is to heaven a - fled , Where no pain is a - known , and no tears are a - shed . W. Barnes XXII THE USEFUL PLOUGH A country life is sweet ! In moderate cold and ...
... rest , And he's now from his pain a - set free ; For his soul we do know is to heaven a - fled , Where no pain is a - known , and no tears are a - shed . W. Barnes XXII THE USEFUL PLOUGH A country life is sweet ! In moderate cold and ...
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... rest . This , one of those small builders proved In a green covert , where from out The forehead of a pollard oak The leafy antlers sprout ; For she who planned the mossy lodge , Mistrusting her evasive skill , Had to a primrose looked ...
... rest . This , one of those small builders proved In a green covert , where from out The forehead of a pollard oak The leafy antlers sprout ; For she who planned the mossy lodge , Mistrusting her evasive skill , Had to a primrose looked ...
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... Rest , mother - bird ! and when thy young Take flight , and thou art free to roam , When withered is the guardian flower , And empty thy late home , Think how ye prospered , thou and thine , Amid the unviolated grove , Housed near the ...
... Rest , mother - bird ! and when thy young Take flight , and thou art free to roam , When withered is the guardian flower , And empty thy late home , Think how ye prospered , thou and thine , Amid the unviolated grove , Housed near the ...
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a-begging Abbot bird bishop bishop of Hereford blow bower brave bright cheer child cold COVENTRY PATMORE cried Crocodile dark daughter dead dear door Dora doth eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair fair lady fast father fear flowers gallant gallant story Gilpin gold green grew hand Hark hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill horse Inchcape Rock John John Barleycorn king lady land light Little John Little white Lily live Lochinvar look look'd Lord Lord Randal loud maid merry moon morning ne'er never Nevermore night o'er Old Ballad old courtier poison'd poor pray quoth Robin Hood rode round S. T. Coleridge shepherd sing smile song soon soul steed stood storm stream sweet tell thee thou thought took trees Twas unto wild Wildgrave wind wings Witch word young
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Page 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?
Page 215 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Page 65 - They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Page 59 - 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.
Page 177 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 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!
Page 183 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Page 195 - 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.
Page 21 - I met a lady in the meads Full beautiful, a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I...
Page 59 - With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. 50 And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.