The Listening Child: A Selection from the Stories of English Verse Made for the Youngest Readers and HearersA selection of poems from the 14th through the 19th century. |
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... gold coats spots you see ; These be rubies , fairy favours — In those freckles live their savours . I must go seek some dewdrops here , And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear . THE APPROACH OF THE FAIRIES From MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM ...
... gold coats spots you see ; These be rubies , fairy favours — In those freckles live their savours . I must go seek some dewdrops here , And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear . THE APPROACH OF THE FAIRIES From MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM ...
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... gold . Upon her leg a pair of buskins white Studded with orient pearl and chrysolite , And , like her mantle , stitch'd with gold and green , ( Fairer yet never wore the forest's queen ) . A silver quiver at her back she wore , With ...
... gold . Upon her leg a pair of buskins white Studded with orient pearl and chrysolite , And , like her mantle , stitch'd with gold and green , ( Fairer yet never wore the forest's queen ) . A silver quiver at her back she wore , With ...
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... gold . I have found out a gift for my fair , I have found where the wood - pigeons breed ; But let me such plunder forbear , She will say ' twas a barbarous deed ; For he ne'er could be true , she averred , Who would rob a poor bird of ...
... gold . I have found out a gift for my fair , I have found where the wood - pigeons breed ; But let me such plunder forbear , She will say ' twas a barbarous deed ; For he ne'er could be true , she averred , Who would rob a poor bird of ...
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... gold , All else of amethyst ! And thus he sang : " Adieu ! adieu ! Love's dreams prove seldom true . The blossoms they make no delay : The sparkling dew - drops will not stay . Sweet month of May , We must away ; Far , far away ! To ...
... gold , All else of amethyst ! And thus he sang : " Adieu ! adieu ! Love's dreams prove seldom true . The blossoms they make no delay : The sparkling dew - drops will not stay . Sweet month of May , We must away ; Far , far away ! To ...
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... loot the tears down fa ' For Jock of Hazeldean . " A chain of gold ye shall not lack , Nor braid to bind your hair ; Nor mettled hound , nor managed hawk , Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And you , the foremost of them a ' , 136.
... loot the tears down fa ' For Jock of Hazeldean . " A chain of gold ye shall not lack , Nor braid to bind your hair ; Nor mettled hound , nor managed hawk , Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And you , the foremost of them a ' , 136.
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Page 60 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 177 - 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 265 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 279 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 23 - A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Page 179 - And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 158 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills. Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Page 159 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...
Page 5 - O ! then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 27 - Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep> Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...