The children's garland from the best poets, selected by C. Patmore, Edição 627Coventry Kersey D. Patmore 1873 |
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... the threshold of a door nail'd fast 303 Come dear children , let us away . 50 Come listen to me , you gallants so free 44 Come live with me and be my Love . 7 Come unto these yellow sands € 7 PAGB Did you hear of the curate who mounted his.
... the threshold of a door nail'd fast 303 Come dear children , let us away . 50 Come listen to me , you gallants so free 44 Come live with me and be my Love . 7 Come unto these yellow sands € 7 PAGB Did you hear of the curate who mounted his.
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... unto my roundelay • O then , I see , Queen Mab hath been with you O where have ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? O where have you been , my long , long , love O , young Lochinvar is come out of the west PAGE 220 339 320 238 258 30 118 ...
... unto my roundelay • O then , I see , Queen Mab hath been with you O where have ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? O where have you been , my long , long , love O , young Lochinvar is come out of the west PAGE 220 339 320 238 258 30 118 ...
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... unto her feet 325 ' You are old , Father William , ' the young man cried 173 You beauteous ladies great and small 277 You spotted snakes with double tongue 257 Young Henry was as brave a youth . 183 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. LAWSON ...
... unto her feet 325 ' You are old , Father William , ' the young man cried 173 You beauteous ladies great and small 277 You spotted snakes with double tongue 257 Young Henry was as brave a youth . 183 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. LAWSON ...
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... to lie with me , And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , Come hither , come hither , come hither Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather . r ; Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live in 12 The Children's.
... to lie with me , And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , Come hither , come hither , come hither Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather . r ; Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live in 12 The Children's.
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... unto thee ? ' ' I have no money , ' then quoth the young man , ' No ready gold nor fee , But I will swear upon a ... unto the church , Where Allin should keep his wedding . ' What hast thou here ? ' the bishop then said , ' I prithee now ...
... unto thee ? ' ' I have no money , ' then quoth the young man , ' No ready gold nor fee , But I will swear upon a ... unto the church , Where Allin should keep his wedding . ' What hast thou here ? ' the bishop then said , ' I prithee now ...
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The Children's Garland from the Best Poets. Selected and Arranged by ... Coventry Patmore Visualização integral - 1873 |
The Children's Garland from the Best Poets: Selected and Arranged by ... Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore Visualização integral - 1879 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
bear began bell bird blow bright child cold comes cried dark daughter dead dear death deep died door doth eyes face fair fall father fear feet fell fire flowers gave give gold gone green grew hand hast hath head hear heard heart hill horse John king knew lady land leaves light live look Lord loud mind morning mother never night o'er once poor pray quoth replied rest Robin Robin Hood rose round seen ship side sing smile song soon soul sound stand stood storm stream sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought Till took town trees true turned Twas unto waves wild wind wings young
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Página 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?
Página 4 - 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.
Página 67 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company!— To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Página 191 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Página 328 - 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.
Página 194 - 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.
Página 61 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; "We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. "Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.
Página 80 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Página 57 - It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath; His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Página 22 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...