Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages, Band 1A. A. Knopf, 1923 - 696 Seiten |
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... land of shadows . JOHN MASEField 34 " HOME NO MORE HOME TO ME " HOME no more home to me , whither must I wander ? Hunger my driver , I go where I must . Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather ; Thick drives the rain , and my ...
... land of shadows . JOHN MASEField 34 " HOME NO MORE HOME TO ME " HOME no more home to me , whither must I wander ? Hunger my driver , I go where I must . Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather ; Thick drives the rain , and my ...
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... land fair , And home shall never come . " THE DEAD KNIGHT THE cleanly rush of the mountain air , And the mumbling , grumbling humble - bees , Are the only things that wander there , The pitiful bones are laid at ease , The grass has ...
... land fair , And home shall never come . " THE DEAD KNIGHT THE cleanly rush of the mountain air , And the mumbling , grumbling humble - bees , Are the only things that wander there , The pitiful bones are laid at ease , The grass has ...
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... land ? What makes you leave your money , O ? What makes you leave your new - wedded lord ; To go with the wraggle taggle gipsies , O ! " " What care I for my house and my land ? What care I for my money , O ? What care I for my new ...
... land ? What makes you leave your money , O ? What makes you leave your new - wedded lord ; To go with the wraggle taggle gipsies , O ! " " What care I for my house and my land ? What care I for my money , O ? What care I for my new ...
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... land , Sae sweet and fair a boy ; Nae lady had so white a hand As thee , my Gilderoy . Of Gilderoy sae fraid they were , They bound him mickle strong , Tull Edenburrow they led him thair , And on a gallows hung : They hung him high ...
... land , Sae sweet and fair a boy ; Nae lady had so white a hand As thee , my Gilderoy . Of Gilderoy sae fraid they were , They bound him mickle strong , Tull Edenburrow they led him thair , And on a gallows hung : They hung him high ...
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... Land . It is a wond'rous Thing how fleet " Twas on those little Silver Feet ; With what a pretty skipping Grace , It oft would challenge me the Race ; And when't had left me far away , ' Twould stay , and run again , and stay ; For it ...
... Land . It is a wond'rous Thing how fleet " Twas on those little Silver Feet ; With what a pretty skipping Grace , It oft would challenge me the Race ; And when't had left me far away , ' Twould stay , and run again , and stay ; For it ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.