Moxon's standard penny readings [ed. by T. Hood]., Volumen3 |
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... grew . Far off the farmer came into the field And spied her not ; for none of all his men Dare tell him Dora waited with the child ; And Dora would have risen and gone to him , But her heart fail'd her ; and the reapers reap'd , And the ...
... grew . Far off the farmer came into the field And spied her not ; for none of all his men Dare tell him Dora waited with the child ; And Dora would have risen and gone to him , But her heart fail'd her ; and the reapers reap'd , And the ...
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... grew about , and tied it round his hat To make him pleasing in her uncle's eye . Then when the farmer pass'd into the field He spied her , and he left his men at work , And came and said ; " Where were you yesterday ? Whose child is ...
... grew about , and tied it round his hat To make him pleasing in her uncle's eye . Then when the farmer pass'd into the field He spied her , and he left his men at work , And came and said ; " Where were you yesterday ? Whose child is ...
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... grew a noble lady , And the people loved her much . But a trouble weigh'd upon her , And perplex'd her , night and morn , With the burthen of an honour Unto which she was not born . Faint she grew , and ever fainter , And she murmur'd ...
... grew a noble lady , And the people loved her much . But a trouble weigh'd upon her , And perplex'd her , night and morn , With the burthen of an honour Unto which she was not born . Faint she grew , and ever fainter , And she murmur'd ...
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... grew pale at the raven's tale , And sicken'd and went to her bed . " Now fetch me my children , and fetch them with speed , " The old woman of Berkeley said , " The monk my son , and my daughter the nun , Bid them hasten , or I shall be ...
... grew pale at the raven's tale , And sicken'd and went to her bed . " Now fetch me my children , and fetch them with speed , " The old woman of Berkeley said , " The monk my son , and my daughter the nun , Bid them hasten , or I shall be ...
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... grew deadly dim , Short came her breath and the struggle of death Did loosen every limb . They blessed the old woman's winding sheet With rites and prayers due , With holy water they sprinkled her shroud And they sprinkled her coffin ...
... grew deadly dim , Short came her breath and the struggle of death Did loosen every limb . They blessed the old woman's winding sheet With rites and prayers due , With holy water they sprinkled her shroud And they sprinkled her coffin ...
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Página 66 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 68 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown...
Página 186 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Página 50 - Far off the farmer came into the field And spied her not; for none of all his men Dare tell him Dora waited with the child; And Dora would have risen and gone to him, But her heart fail'd her; and the reapers reap'd, And the sun fell, and all the land was dark.
Página 10 - THE moving accident is not my trade ; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts : 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
Página 126 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful schooldays: All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Página 77 - ... weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green. — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. ' This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall bloom in winter snow Ere we two meet again.
Página 76 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love I No more of me you knew.
Página 42 - DORA. WITH farmer Allan at the farm abode William and Dora. William was his son, And she his niece. He often look'd at them. And often thought,
Página 69 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?