The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1871 - 344 pages |
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... Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river , For men may come , and men may go , But I go on forever . I chatter over stony ways , In little sharps and trebles , I bubble into eddying bays , I babble on the pebbles ...
... Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river , For men may come , and men may go , But I go on forever . I chatter over stony ways , In little sharps and trebles , I bubble into eddying bays , I babble on the pebbles ...
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... Sail their mimic fleets , Till the treacherous pool Engulfs them in its whirling And turbulent ocean . In the country on every side , Where far and wide , Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide Stretches the plain 16 The Children's.
... Sail their mimic fleets , Till the treacherous pool Engulfs them in its whirling And turbulent ocean . In the country on every side , Where far and wide , Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide Stretches the plain 16 The Children's.
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... Till gentler Puss shall come . He , still more aged , feels the shocks From which no care can save , And , partner once of Tiney's box , Must soon partake his grave . W. Cowper XIV ABOU BEN ADHEM AND THE ANGEL Abou Ben Adhem ( may his ...
... Till gentler Puss shall come . He , still more aged , feels the shocks From which no care can save , And , partner once of Tiney's box , Must soon partake his grave . W. Cowper XIV ABOU BEN ADHEM AND THE ANGEL Abou Ben Adhem ( may his ...
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... Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock : Cried they , ' It is the Inchcape Rock ! ' Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair , He curst himself in his despair ; The waves rush in on every side , The ship is sinking beneath the tide ...
... Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock : Cried they , ' It is the Inchcape Rock ! ' Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair , He curst himself in his despair ; The waves rush in on every side , The ship is sinking beneath the tide ...
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... warm bosom so tight , And she rock'd him so sorrowfully ; And there , in his anguish , a - nestling he lay , Till his struggles grew weak , and his cries died away . And the moon was a - shining down into the 30 The Children's.
... warm bosom so tight , And she rock'd him so sorrowfully ; And there , in his anguish , a - nestling he lay , Till his struggles grew weak , and his cries died away . And the moon was a - shining down into the 30 The Children's.
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Page 155 - 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 197 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Page 195 - 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.
Page 55 - 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 263 - 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...
Page 212 - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Page 199 - 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 made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone ; She look'd at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew ; And sure in language strange she said, I love thee true.
Page 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.
Page 200 - 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!