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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... keep returning to me , like a bird to its nest . Sometimes even in the middle of the night I would wake up and lie unable to sleep again for thinking of it - seeing it in my head ; solemn , secret , strange . There is a little ...
... keep returning to me , like a bird to its nest . Sometimes even in the middle of the night I would wake up and lie unable to sleep again for thinking of it - seeing it in my head ; solemn , secret , strange . There is a little ...
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... keep my wits about me and my eyes open ; and never to be caught trespassing . Then one day , as I slid down from the roof of the barn from amid the branches of a chestnut tree , green with its spiky balls of fruit , I found Miss Taroone ...
... keep my wits about me and my eyes open ; and never to be caught trespassing . Then one day , as I slid down from the roof of the barn from amid the branches of a chestnut tree , green with its spiky balls of fruit , I found Miss Taroone ...
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... keep your senses , heart and courage and to go where you are called . And in black strange places you will at times lose yourself and find yourself , Simon . Now Mr. Nahum is calling . Don't think of me too much . I have great faith in ...
... keep your senses , heart and courage and to go where you are called . And in black strange places you will at times lose yourself and find yourself , Simon . Now Mr. Nahum is calling . Don't think of me too much . I have great faith in ...
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... keep the rhyme . Having discovered , then , that every poem must have been written as it was written , on purpose , I took a little more pains with those I cared for least . In some even then I could not piece out the meaning ; in ...
... keep the rhyme . Having discovered , then , that every poem must have been written as it was written , on purpose , I took a little more pains with those I cared for least . In some even then I could not piece out the meaning ; in ...
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... Keep apassing in pairs ; . Which duly declares The night is near gone . . . ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE 4 THE SLUGGARD ' Tis the voice of a sluggard ; I heard him complain— " You have waked me too soon ; I must slumber again ; " As the door ...
... Keep apassing in pairs ; . Which duly declares The night is near gone . . . ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE 4 THE SLUGGARD ' Tis the voice of a sluggard ; I heard him complain— " You have waked me too soon ; I must slumber again ; " As the door ...
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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.