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... talk as of faëry bells ; Faery wedding - bells faintly rung to us Down in their fortunate parallels . Hand in hand , while the sun peered over , We lapped the grass on that youngling spring ; Swept back its rushes , smoothed its clover ...
... talk as of faëry bells ; Faery wedding - bells faintly rung to us Down in their fortunate parallels . Hand in hand , while the sun peered over , We lapped the grass on that youngling spring ; Swept back its rushes , smoothed its clover ...
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... are numb . IV A breathing sigh , a sigh for answer , A little talking of outward things ; The careless beck is a merry dancer , Keeping sweet time to the air she sings . A little pain when the beck grows wider ; ' B 2 DIVIDED . 3.
... are numb . IV A breathing sigh , a sigh for answer , A little talking of outward things ; The careless beck is a merry dancer , Keeping sweet time to the air she sings . A little pain when the beck grows wider ; ' B 2 DIVIDED . 3.
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... home torn and dripping : then , you know , You'll feel the stick - you'll feel the stick , my lad ! Enter FRANCES . F. You should not talk so to the blessed babe- How can you , George ? why he may be 42 SUPPER AT THE MILL .
... home torn and dripping : then , you know , You'll feel the stick - you'll feel the stick , my lad ! Enter FRANCES . F. You should not talk so to the blessed babe- How can you , George ? why he may be 42 SUPPER AT THE MILL .
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... talk of passing things . Brave were his eyes , and frank his mien ; Of all men's faces , calm or keen , A better I have never seen In all my lonely wanderings . And how it was I scarce can tell , We seemed to please each other well ; I ...
... talk of passing things . Brave were his eyes , and frank his mien ; Of all men's faces , calm or keen , A better I have never seen In all my lonely wanderings . And how it was I scarce can tell , We seemed to please each other well ; I ...
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... talk about the ancient days , And things which happened long before our birth : It is a pity to lament that praise Should be no shadow in the train of worth . What is it , Madam , that your heart dismays ? Why murmur at the course of ...
... talk about the ancient days , And things which happened long before our birth : It is a pity to lament that praise Should be no shadow in the train of worth . What is it , Madam , that your heart dismays ? Why murmur at the course of ...
Términos y frases comunes
1st Child babe beat behold bells beneath bird boat break breast bright brow cloud comfort cowslips cried Cromer Cusha daffodil dark dead dear deep Demeter door doth dream drop dulse Eglantine Enderby evermore eyes face fain fair father feet floating flute foxglove furled Ganymede gaze glad gold golden Goldilocks grass green hand happy hast hath hear hear my song heard heart heaven Kingcup lads light lips looked Lord lost lyre methought mother mourn musing nest never night nought Persephone Poet pray purple rill rock sailing saith sand shade shadow shine sigh sing sleep smile snow song soul stand stars stooped sunbeams sweet talk tell tender thee thing thou thought trees uppe voice wait wake ween white clover wife wind wings wonder words yearning youth
Pasajes populares
Página 145 - Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow; Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow; Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot; Quit...
Página 168 - I pray you, what is the nest to me, My empty nest ? And what is the shore where I stood to see My boat sail down to the west ? Can I call that home where I anchor yet, Though my good man has sailed ? Can I call that home where my nest was set, Now all its hope hath failed ? 28 Songs of Seven.
Página 138 - I sat and spun within the doore, My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes; The level sun, like ruddy ore, Lay sinking in the barren skies; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth. My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. "Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!
Página 2 - Over the grass we stepped unto it, And God, He knoweth how blithe we were ! Never a voice to bid us eschew it ; Hey the green ribbon that showed so fair ! Hey the green ribbon ! we kneeled beside it, We parted the grasses dewy and sheen ; Drop over drop there filtered and slided A tiny bright beck that trickled between. Tinkle, tinkle, sweetly it sung to us, Light was our talk as of faery bells — Faery wedding-bells faintly rung to us, Down in their fortunate parallels.
Página 158 - They are only one times one. 0 moon ! in the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low. You were bright — ah, bright — but your light is failing ; You are nothing now but a bow.
Página 3 - ... we sing in the glorious weather Till one steps over the tiny strand, So narrow, in sooth, that still together On either brink we go hand in hand. The beck grows wider, the hands must sever. On either margin, our songs all done, We move apart, while she singeth ever, Taking the course of the stooping sun. He prays, " Come over " — I may not follow ; I cry,
Página 142 - The olde sea wall" (he cried) "is downe, The rising tide comes on apace, And boats adrift in yonder towne Go sailing uppe the market-place.
Página 166 - O fond, O fool, and blind, To God I gave with tears ; But when a man like grace would find, My soul put by her fears — O fond, O fool, and blind, God guards in happier spheres ; That man will guard where he did bind Is hope for unknown years. To hear, to heed, to wed, Fair lot that maidens choose, Thy mother's tenderest words are said, Thy face no more she views ; Thy mother's lot, my dear, She doth in nought accuse ; Her lot to bear, to nurse, to rear, To love — and then to lose.
Página 5 - ... drooping, A tired queen with her state oppressed, Low by rushes and sword-grass stooping, Lies she soft on the waves at rest. The desert heavens have felt her sadness ; Her earth will weep her some dewy tears ; The wild beck ends her tune of gladness, And goeth stilly as soul that fears. We two walk on in our grassy places, On either marge of the moonlit flood, With the moon's own sadness in our faces, Where joy is withered, blossom and bud.
Página 140 - Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot; Quit the stalks of parsley hollow, Hollow, hollow; Come uppe Jetty, rise and follow, From the clovers lift your head; Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot, Come uppe Jetty, rise and follow, Jetty, to the milking shed.