Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages, Том 1A. A. Knopf, 1923 - 696 страница |
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... shadows across hill and val- ley as if in delight to be on the verge of rest and slum- ber again , now that the heats of full summer were so near . But I believe my first thought was- What a boiling hot and glaring place to sit in in ...
... shadows across hill and val- ley as if in delight to be on the verge of rest and slum- ber again , now that the heats of full summer were so near . But I believe my first thought was- What a boiling hot and glaring place to sit in in ...
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... shadows , and some I did not like at all . Nor could I always be sure even what they were intended to represent . Many of them completely perplexed me . A few of them seemed to me to be absurd ; some made me stupidly ashamed ; and one ...
... shadows , and some I did not like at all . Nor could I always be sure even what they were intended to represent . Many of them completely perplexed me . A few of them seemed to me to be absurd ; some made me stupidly ashamed ; and one ...
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... shadows . I stood looking vacantly out for a moment or two ; then stooped and lugged out the ponderous fusty old volume on to the floor and raised its clumsy cover . To my surprise and pleasure , I found , that attached within was the ...
... shadows . I stood looking vacantly out for a moment or two ; then stooped and lugged out the ponderous fusty old volume on to the floor and raised its clumsy cover . To my surprise and pleasure , I found , that attached within was the ...
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... shadows of evening every grass - blade or pebble casts its own ; but these words not only called them vividly into my mind , but set shadows there ( shadows across the sky ) that I had never really seen at all - with my own eyes I mean ...
... shadows of evening every grass - blade or pebble casts its own ; but these words not only called them vividly into my mind , but set shadows there ( shadows across the sky ) that I had never really seen at all - with my own eyes I mean ...
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... shadow of a dream . I returned at last from the heavy sleep I had fallen into , my forehead resting on the backs of my hands , and they flat on the huge open volume , my whole body stiff with cold , and the first clear grey of daybreak ...
... shadow of a dream . I returned at last from the heavy sleep I had fallen into , my forehead resting on the backs of my hands , and they flat on the huge open volume , my whole body stiff with cold , and the first clear grey of daybreak ...
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bells bird bonny breast bright called CHRISTINA ROSSETTI cold dance dark dark Rosaleen dead dear death door doth dream earth EMILY BRONTË eyes fair Fair Annie fear flowers gentle gold gone green hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill John JOHN KEATS John Peel King lady light looked Lord maid MARY COLERIDGE merry Miss Taroone moon morning mother Nahum's never night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Peter Gurney play poem rhyme ring ROBERT HERRICK roses round sail shadow shining ship sigh silent silver sing sleep snow song sorrow soul stanza stars sweet tears tell thee things Thomas Thomas Campion thou tree Twas Uncle Tom Cobley unto voice weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind wings wood words young
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Страница 97 - 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? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Страница 175 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Страница 213 - SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Страница 635 - But now my task is smoothly done: I can fly, or I can run, Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Страница 218 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
Страница 41 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Страница 455 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Страница 274 - THEY are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear.
Страница 59 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my ANNABEL LEE — .With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Страница 60 - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.