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... mother's pride 127 When icicles hang by the wall . 22 When shall we three meet again 214 When the British warrior queen 180 Whither , ' midst falling dew 283 Who is yonder poor maniac , whose wildly fixed eyes . 210 Will you hear a ...
... mother's pride 127 When icicles hang by the wall . 22 When shall we three meet again 214 When the British warrior queen 180 Whither , ' midst falling dew 283 Who is yonder poor maniac , whose wildly fixed eyes . 210 Will you hear a ...
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... mother and the boy Laugh'd heartily thereat , As at some nimble jest or toy , To hear my homely chat . Quoth I , I pray you let me know , Came he thus first to light , Or by some sickness , hurt , or blow , Deprived of his sight ? Nay ...
... mother and the boy Laugh'd heartily thereat , As at some nimble jest or toy , To hear my homely chat . Quoth I , I pray you let me know , Came he thus first to light , Or by some sickness , hurt , or blow , Deprived of his sight ? Nay ...
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... mother through the snow . ' ' That , Father , will I gladly do ! ' Tis scarcely afternoon- The minster - clock has just struck two , And yonder is the moon ! ' At this the Father raised his hook , And snapped a faggot - band ; He plied ...
... mother through the snow . ' ' That , Father , will I gladly do ! ' Tis scarcely afternoon- The minster - clock has just struck two , And yonder is the moon ! ' At this the Father raised his hook , And snapped a faggot - band ; He plied ...
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From the Best Poets Coventry Patmore. -When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet . Then downward from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the broken hawthorn hedge , And by the long stone ...
From the Best Poets Coventry Patmore. -When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet . Then downward from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the broken hawthorn hedge , And by the long stone ...
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... mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary with hunting , and fain would lie down . ' ' Where got ye your dinner , Lord Randal , my son ? Where got ye your dinner , my handsome young man ? ' ' I dined with my love ; mother , make my bed ...
... mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary with hunting , and fain would lie down . ' ' Where got ye your dinner , Lord Randal , my son ? Where got ye your dinner , my handsome young man ? ' ' I dined with my love ; mother , make my bed ...
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Page 340 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 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?
Page 328 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Page 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!
Page 64 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Page 261 - 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 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.
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 58 - 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 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.