The Children's Garland from the Best Poets |
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Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
bear began bird bishop blow bright child cold comes cried dark daughter dead dear death deep 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 rest Robin Robin Hood rose round seen ship side sing smile song soon soul sound stand stone stood story stream sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought Till took town tree true turn Twas unto voice waves wild wind wings young
Népszerű szakaszok
167. oldal - 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?
4. oldal - 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.
71. oldal - 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!
206. oldal - 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!
199. oldal - 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.
62. oldal - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
200. oldal - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is, and nothing more.
65. oldal - 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.
84. oldal - 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.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | The Children's Garland from the Best Poets Golden treasury series |
| Összeállította: | Coventry Patmore |
| Kiadás | újranyomás |
| Kiadó | Macmillian and Company, Limited, 1899 |
| Terjedelem | 344 oldal |
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