The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 41
Page vii
... dead of night , when mortals lose 295 Attend all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise 70 Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain . 115 Beside the Moldau's rushing stream . 96 Clear had the day been from the dawn . 35 ...
... dead of night , when mortals lose 295 Attend all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise 70 Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain . 115 Beside the Moldau's rushing stream . 96 Clear had the day been from the dawn . 35 ...
Page x
... dead of night 98 Thou that hast a daughter . Tiger , tiger , burning bright . To grass , or leaf , or fruit , or wall . To sea to sea ! the calm is o'er Toll for the brave . Tread lightly here , for here , ' tis said 76 158 302 248 56 ...
... dead of night 98 Thou that hast a daughter . Tiger , tiger , burning bright . To grass , or leaf , or fruit , or wall . To sea to sea ! the calm is o'er Toll for the brave . Tread lightly here , for here , ' tis said 76 158 302 248 56 ...
Page 3
... dead and drowsy fire , Every elf and fairy sprite , Hop as light as bird from brier ; And this ditty after me , Sing and dance it trippingly . First rehearse this song by rote , To each word a warbling note , Hand in hand , with fairy ...
... dead and drowsy fire , Every elf and fairy sprite , Hop as light as bird from brier ; And this ditty after me , Sing and dance it trippingly . First rehearse this song by rote , To each word a warbling note , Hand in hand , with fairy ...
Page 28
... dead . But the cheerful spring came kindly on , And showers began to fall ; John Barleycorn got up again , And sore surprised them all . The sultry suns of summer came , And he grew thick and strong , His head well armed wi ' pointed ...
... dead . But the cheerful spring came kindly on , And showers began to fall ; John Barleycorn got up again , And sore surprised them all . The sultry suns of summer came , And he grew thick and strong , His head well armed wi ' pointed ...
Page 30
... dead of the night ( Under the gloomy elm - tree ) , And she press'd him against her warm bosom so tight , And she rock'd him so sorrowfully ; And there , in his anguish , a - nestling he lay , Till his struggles grew weak , and his ...
... dead of the night ( Under the gloomy elm - tree ) , And she press'd him against her warm bosom so tight , And she rock'd him so sorrowfully ; And there , in his anguish , a - nestling he lay , Till his struggles grew weak , and his ...
Contents
182 | |
183 | |
184 | |
186 | |
187 | |
190 | |
191 | |
196 | |
22 | |
23 | |
25 | |
26 | |
27 | |
30 | |
31 | |
32 | |
35 | |
37 | |
38 | |
41 | |
43 | |
44 | |
48 | |
49 | |
50 | |
55 | |
56 | |
57 | |
58 | |
67 | |
68 | |
70 | |
74 | |
76 | |
78 | |
81 | |
82 | |
84 | |
86 | |
88 | |
96 | |
98 | |
99 | |
100 | |
106 | |
107 | |
108 | |
115 | |
116 | |
117 | |
118 | |
119 | |
122 | |
123 | |
124 | |
125 | |
126 | |
127 | |
131 | |
133 | |
136 | |
138 | |
147 | |
149 | |
150 | |
158 | |
159 | |
163 | |
165 | |
169 | |
170 | |
171 | |
173 | |
174 | |
176 | |
178 | |
180 | |
197 | |
200 | |
207 | |
210 | |
214 | |
215 | |
216 | |
218 | |
220 | |
221 | |
223 | |
224 | |
226 | |
228 | |
233 | |
234 | |
238 | |
239 | |
241 | |
242 | |
243 | |
244 | |
246 | |
248 | |
251 | |
252 | |
254 | |
257 | |
258 | |
261 | |
262 | |
265 | |
271 | |
276 | |
277 | |
281 | |
283 | |
284 | |
287 | |
289 | |
291 | |
292 | |
295 | |
296 | |
301 | |
302 | |
303 | |
304 | |
305 | |
306 | |
311 | |
312 | |
314 | |
315 | |
316 | |
317 | |
320 | |
322 | |
324 | |
325 | |
327 | |
328 | |
329 | |
335 | |
336 | |
339 | |
340 | |
341 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
a-begging Abbot bell bird bishop bishop of Hereford blow bower brave bright cheer child cold COVENTRY PATMORE cried Crocodile dark daughter dead dear door Dora doth eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair fair lady fast father fear flowers gallant gallant story Gilpin gold green grew hand Hark hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill horse Inchcape Rock John John Barleycorn king lady land light Little John Little white Lily live Lochinvar look look'd Lord Lord Randal loud maid merry moon morning ne'er never Nevermore night o'er Old Ballad old courtier poison'd poor pray quoth Robin Hood rode round S. T. Coleridge shepherd sing smile song soon soul steed stood storm sweet tell thee thou thought took trees Twas unto wild Wildgrave wind wings Witch word Wordsworth young
Popular passages
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 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 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 3 - That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic ; not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house : I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door.
Page 196 - Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting, — " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 20 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
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 175 - Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Page 80 - 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.