The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsThis collection of poems for children, edited by Coventry Patmore, will delight many parents with young children. There are literally dozens of poems in this book, indexed by first line and also by title. They are mostly rhyming and cover a huge variety of subjects. They are the sort of poems that older generations often knew by heart forming the fabric of our children's literature. |
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... head, With their dilated nostrils spread, They silently inhale The clover-scented gale, And the vapours that arise From the well-watered and smoking soil. For this rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem to ...
... head, With their dilated nostrils spread, They silently inhale The clover-scented gale, And the vapours that arise From the well-watered and smoking soil. For this rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem to ...
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... head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answer'd, 'The names of those who love the Lord.' 'And is mine one?' said Abou. 'Nay, not so,' Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still; and said, 'I pray thee then, Write ...
... head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answer'd, 'The names of those who love the Lord.' 'And is mine one?' said Abou. 'Nay, not so,' Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still; and said, 'I pray thee then, Write ...
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... , And her eyes were wild. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long; For sideways would she lean and sing A fairy's song. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look'd at me.
... , And her eyes were wild. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long; For sideways would she lean and sing A fairy's song. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look'd at me.
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... heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The Plough-boy is whooping anon, anon. There's joy in the mountains; There's life ...
... heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The Plough-boy is whooping anon, anon. There's joy in the mountains; There's life ...
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... head well armed wi' pointed spears, That no one should him wrong. The sober autumn entered mild, When he grew wan and pale; His bending joints and drooping head Show'd he began to fall. His colour sickened more and more, He faded into ...
... head well armed wi' pointed spears, That no one should him wrong. The sober autumn entered mild, When he grew wan and pale; His bending joints and drooping head Show'd he began to fall. His colour sickened more and more, He faded into ...
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