The Listening Child: A Selection from the Stories of English Verse Made for the Youngest Readers and HearersMacmillan Company, 1899 - 408 páginas A selection of poems from the 14th through the 19th century. |
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Página 177
... 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 . By torch and trumpet fast arrayed , Each horseman drew his battle blade , And ...
... 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 . By torch and trumpet fast arrayed , Each horseman drew his battle blade , And ...
Página 178
... rolling dun , Where furious Frank , and fiery Hun , Shout in their sulphurous canopy . The combat deepens . On , ye brave , Who rush to glory , or the grave ! Wave , Munich ! all thy banners wave , And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few ...
... rolling dun , Where furious Frank , and fiery Hun , Shout in their sulphurous canopy . The combat deepens . On , ye brave , Who rush to glory , or the grave ! Wave , Munich ! all thy banners wave , And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few ...
Página 290
... rolling waters go , Come from the dying moon , and blow , Blow him again to me ; While my little one , while my pretty one , sleeps . Sleep and rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee soon ; Rest , rest on Mother's breast ...
... rolling waters go , Come from the dying moon , and blow , Blow him again to me ; While my little one , while my pretty one , sleeps . Sleep and rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee soon ; Rest , rest on Mother's breast ...
Página 313
... rolling mist came down and hid the land - And never home came she . " Oh ! is it weed , or fish , or floating hair A tress o ' golden hair , A drowned maiden's hair , Above the nets at sea ? Was never salmon yet that shone so fair Among ...
... rolling mist came down and hid the land - And never home came she . " Oh ! is it weed , or fish , or floating hair A tress o ' golden hair , A drowned maiden's hair , Above the nets at sea ? Was never salmon yet that shone so fair Among ...
Página 314
... rolling up ragged and brown ! But men must work , and women must weep , Though storms be sudden , and waters deep , And the harbour bar be moaning . Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the sun went down ...
... rolling up ragged and brown ! But men must work , and women must weep , Though storms be sudden , and waters deep , And the harbour bar be moaning . Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the sun went down ...
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The Listening Child: A Selection from the Stories of English Verse Made for ... Vista completa - 1900 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Allen-a-Dale baby Bell BEN JONSON bird blow blue Bob-o'-link bonnie bough brave bright Charlie chee child County Guy darling dear doth dream earth echoing green eyes fair fairy flowers Glenlogie golden gray green Hark hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills Inchcape Inchcape Rock JOHN JOHN KEATS kiss lady Lamb laugh light Lord Lord Lovel LORD TENNYSON loud lover lullaby merry moon morning mountain Neckan nest never night o'er Peggy poetry pretty Queen ROBERT BURNS Robin Rory rose round SAMUEL LOVER Scottish cavalier SHAKESPEARE shepherds shine sing SIR WALTER SCOTT sits sleep smile song Spink Spring squirrel steed summer sweet tear thee thing THOMAS thou tree twas voice waves weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods young youth
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Página 60 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Página 177 - 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.
Página 265 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Página 279 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Página 23 - 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.
Página 179 - And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 158 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills. Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Página 159 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...
Página 5 - O ! then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 27 - Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep> Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...