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... doth inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ! Woods and groves are of thy dressing , Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing . Thus we salute thee with our early song , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . 7. Milton III THE APPROACH ...
... doth inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ! Woods and groves are of thy dressing , Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing . Thus we salute thee with our early song , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . 7. Milton III THE APPROACH ...
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... , And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , Come hither , come hither , come hither ; Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live in 12 The Children's Song.
... , And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , Come hither , come hither , come hither ; Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live in 12 The Children's Song.
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Coventry Patmore. Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live in the sun , Seeking the food he eats , And pleased with what he gets , Come hither , come hither , come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . W ...
Coventry Patmore. Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live in the sun , Seeking the food he eats , And pleased with what he gets , Come hither , come hither , come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . W ...
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... doth keel the pot . When all around the wind doth blow , And coughing drowns the parson's saw , And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring ...
... doth keel the pot . When all around the wind doth blow , And coughing drowns the parson's saw , And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring ...
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... is flowing , The small birds twitter , The lake doth glitter , The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing , Their heads never raising ; Garland 25 Written in March.
... is flowing , The small birds twitter , The lake doth glitter , The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing , Their heads never raising ; Garland 25 Written in March.
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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.