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... hand in hand , Went wandering up and down , But nevermore they saw the man Approaching from the town . Their pretty lips with blackberries Were all besmeared and dyed , And when they saw the darksome night They sate them down and cried ...
... hand in hand , Went wandering up and down , But nevermore they saw the man Approaching from the town . Their pretty lips with blackberries Were all besmeared and dyed , And when they saw the darksome night They sate them down and cried ...
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... hand - in - hand companion - No , My prayers shall hold thee round . - To say , " He has departed " . " His voice " " his face " To feel impatient - hearted , Yet feel we must bear on , Ah , I could not endure To whisper of such woe ...
... hand - in - hand companion - No , My prayers shall hold thee round . - To say , " He has departed " . " His voice " " his face " To feel impatient - hearted , Yet feel we must bear on , Ah , I could not endure To whisper of such woe ...
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... Hand in hand with her he walks , ' Face to face with her he talks , Part and parcel of her joy , — Blessings on the barefoot boy ! O for boyhood's time of June , Crowding years in one brief moon , When all things I heard or saw , Me ...
... Hand in hand with her he walks , ' Face to face with her he talks , Part and parcel of her joy , — Blessings on the barefoot boy ! O for boyhood's time of June , Crowding years in one brief moon , When all things I heard or saw , Me ...
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... hand That placed it near his cot ; There , woodman , let it stand , Thy axe shall harm it not ! That old familiar tree , Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea , And wouldst thou hew it down ? Woodman , forbear thy stroke ...
... hand That placed it near his cot ; There , woodman , let it stand , Thy axe shall harm it not ! That old familiar tree , Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea , And wouldst thou hew it down ? Woodman , forbear thy stroke ...
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... hand These sacred cherries to come nigh , Till cherry - ripe themselves do cry . RICHARD ALLISON . THE WHITE ROSE . SENT BY A YORKISH LOVER TO HIS LANCASTRIAN MISTRESS . IF this fair rose offend thy sight , Placed in thy bosom bare ...
... hand These sacred cherries to come nigh , Till cherry - ripe themselves do cry . RICHARD ALLISON . THE WHITE ROSE . SENT BY A YORKISH LOVER TO HIS LANCASTRIAN MISTRESS . IF this fair rose offend thy sight , Placed in thy bosom bare ...
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Page 234 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Page 192 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 641 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Page 621 - Haunted forever by the eternal mind! — Mighty prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou over whom thy immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by; Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness...
Page 580 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 582 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee...
Page 644 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 259 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before.
Page 544 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 395 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! " " How they'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets