Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages, Volume 1A. A. Knopf, 1923 - 696 páginas |
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... Now and then I saw in the distance what might have been a beggar . To judge from his bundle he must have done pretty well at the house . Once , as I turned out of a little wood of birches , I met a dreadful - faced man [ xii ]
... Now and then I saw in the distance what might have been a beggar . To judge from his bundle he must have done pretty well at the house . Once , as I turned out of a little wood of birches , I met a dreadful - faced man [ xii ]
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... Once , too , as my head looked over the hill - crest , there stood an old carriage and a drowsy horse drawn up beside the porch - with its slender wooden pillars and a kind of tray above , on which rambled winter jasmine , tufts of self ...
... Once , too , as my head looked over the hill - crest , there stood an old carriage and a drowsy horse drawn up beside the porch - with its slender wooden pillars and a kind of tray above , on which rambled winter jasmine , tufts of self ...
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... once stole near enough under a hedge to watch this sight . They hopped and pecked in a multitude beneath her hands , tits and robins , starlings and blackbirds , and other much wilder and rarer birds , as if they had no need here for ...
... once stole near enough under a hedge to watch this sight . They hopped and pecked in a multitude beneath her hands , tits and robins , starlings and blackbirds , and other much wilder and rarer birds , as if they had no need here for ...
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... once she spoke of another - named SURE VINE , as if of a family mansion and estate , very ancient and magnificent . When , thinking of my mother , I myself ventured a question about East Dene , her green- grey eyes oddly settled on mine ...
... once she spoke of another - named SURE VINE , as if of a family mansion and estate , very ancient and magnificent . When , thinking of my mother , I myself ventured a question about East Dene , her green- grey eyes oddly settled on mine ...
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... once have been young and have grown up . She was bony , awkward , and angular , and when you spoke to her , she turned on you with a look that was at the same time vacant and piercing . At first she greeted me sourly , but soon became ...
... once have been young and have grown up . She was bony , awkward , and angular , and when you spoke to her , she turned on you with a look that was at the same time vacant and piercing . At first she greeted me sourly , but soon became ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.