Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages, Volum 1A. A. Knopf, 1923 - 696 pàgines |
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Pàgina xv
... words out of her mouth . She lis- tened to me with a severe face , and said , " Well , if you are happy to be here with the rest , so much the better . " It was a relief when she turned away , bidding me follow her and a foolish figure ...
... words out of her mouth . She lis- tened to me with a severe face , and said , " Well , if you are happy to be here with the rest , so much the better . " It was a relief when she turned away , bidding me follow her and a foolish figure ...
Pàgina xxvii
... word , a word in a strange tongue , which I pronounced to myself as best I could , THEEOTHAWORLDIE - saying the TH as in thimble . And that is what , merely for old sake's sake , I have continued to call the book in my mind to this day ...
... word , a word in a strange tongue , which I pronounced to myself as best I could , THEEOTHAWORLDIE - saying the TH as in thimble . And that is what , merely for old sake's sake , I have continued to call the book in my mind to this day ...
Pàgina xxviii
... and the owls are busy . " They were indeed . Their screechings sounded on all sides of me as I ran off homewards , chanting over to myself the words that had somehow stuck in my mem- ory . Well , at last I began to read in Mr. [ xxviii ]
... and the owls are busy . " They were indeed . Their screechings sounded on all sides of me as I ran off homewards , chanting over to myself the words that had somehow stuck in my mem- ory . Well , at last I began to read in Mr. [ xxviii ]
Pàgina xxxi
... words did not clash right ; or you blurred the picture the words gave you ; or some half - hidden meaning vanished away . I don't mean that every poem is perfect ; but only that when I changed them it was almost always very much for the ...
... words did not clash right ; or you blurred the picture the words gave you ; or some half - hidden meaning vanished away . I don't mean that every poem is perfect ; but only that when I changed them it was almost always very much for the ...
Pàgina xxxii
... words , but scarcely a trace of my old King Cole , and not a single tweedle - eedle of the fiddling . Would anyone ... words were saying . Then , too , what Miss Taroone had said came back to my mind . Even when Mr. Nahum's poems were ...
... words , but scarcely a trace of my old King Cole , and not a single tweedle - eedle of the fiddling . Would anyone ... words were saying . Then , too , what Miss Taroone had said came back to my mind . Even when Mr. Nahum's poems were ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.