Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages, Volume 1A. A. Knopf, 1923 - 696 pages |
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... Fair Maid , with gold upon her toe , - Open you the West Door , and turn the Old Year go . Sing reign of Fair Maid with gold upon her chin , - Open you the East Door , and let the New Year in . Sing levy dew , sing levy dew , the water ...
... Fair Maid , with gold upon her toe , - Open you the West Door , and turn the Old Year go . Sing reign of Fair Maid with gold upon her chin , - Open you the East Door , and let the New Year in . Sing levy dew , sing levy dew , the water ...
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... fair Love good morrow ! Blackbird and thrush in every bush , Stare , linnet , and cock - sparrow , You pretty elves , amongst yourselves Sing my fair Love good morrow ! To give my Love good morrow Sing , birds , in every furrow ! 1 ...
... fair Love good morrow ! Blackbird and thrush in every bush , Stare , linnet , and cock - sparrow , You pretty elves , amongst yourselves Sing my fair Love good morrow ! To give my Love good morrow Sing , birds , in every furrow ! 1 ...
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... Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood- Fair shine the day on the house with open door ; Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney— But I go for ever and come again no more . ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON 35 DALYAUNCE Mundus ...
... Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood- Fair shine the day on the house with open door ; Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney— But I go for ever and come again no more . ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON 35 DALYAUNCE Mundus ...
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... fair That memory keeps , of all thy kindness there , Still outlives many a storm , that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced . Thy nightly visits to my chamber made , That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid ...
... fair That memory keeps , of all thy kindness there , Still outlives many a storm , that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced . Thy nightly visits to my chamber made , That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid ...
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... fair ? How can ye chant , ye little birds , And I sae fu ' o ' care ? Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o ' the happy days When my fause Luve was true . Thou'll break my heart , thou ...
... fair ? How can ye chant , ye little birds , And I sae fu ' o ' care ? Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o ' the happy days When my fause Luve was true . Thou'll break my heart , thou ...
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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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Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.