The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsMacmillian and Company, Limited, 1899 - 344 pages |
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... gone ! W. Wordsworth weary wi down ? fear ye are XIX LORD RANDAL ' O , where have ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? O , where have ye been , my handsome young man ? ' ' I have been to the wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary ...
... gone ! W. Wordsworth weary wi down ? fear ye are XIX LORD RANDAL ' O , where have ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? O , where have ye been , my handsome young man ? ' ' I have been to the wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary ...
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... gone - a ruthless spoiler's prey , Who heeds not beauty , love , or song , ' Tis gone ! ( so seemed it ) and we grieved , Indignant at the wrong . Just three days after , passing by In clearer light , the moss - built cell I saw ...
... gone - a ruthless spoiler's prey , Who heeds not beauty , love , or song , ' Tis gone ! ( so seemed it ) and we grieved , Indignant at the wrong . Just three days after , passing by In clearer light , the moss - built cell I saw ...
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... gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames roll'd on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair , And look'd from that lone post of death In still , yet brave despair ; And shouted but once more ...
... gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames roll'd on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair , And look'd from that lone post of death In still , yet brave despair ; And shouted but once more ...
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... gone ; His last sea - fight is fought , His work of glory done . It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock : She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock . Essword was in its Es fingers held th Kempenfelt w With twice four ...
... gone ; His last sea - fight is fought , His work of glory done . It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock : She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock . Essword was in its Es fingers held th Kempenfelt w With twice four ...
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... gone , pries are o'er ; his eight hundred ugh the wave no more . W. Cowper XXXVII A SEA DIRGE m five thy father lies : Dones are coral made : pearls that were his eyes ; g of him that doth fade , Suffer a sea change thing rich and ...
... gone , pries are o'er ; his eight hundred ugh the wave no more . W. Cowper XXXVII A SEA DIRGE m five thy father lies : Dones are coral made : pearls that were his eyes ; g of him that doth fade , Suffer a sea change thing rich and ...
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Page 167 - 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 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.
Page 71 - 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!
Page 206 - 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 199 - 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 62 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Page 200 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is, and nothing more.
Page 65 - 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.
Page 84 - 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.