The Way of Poetry |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-3 de 18
Página 29
Piper , pipe that song again ; ' So I piped : he wept to hear . ' Drop thy pipe , thy
happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer : ' So I sang the same again , While
he wept with joy to hear . ' Piper , sit thee down and write In a book , that all may ...
Piper , pipe that song again ; ' So I piped : he wept to hear . ' Drop thy pipe , thy
happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer : ' So I sang the same again , While
he wept with joy to hear . ' Piper , sit thee down and write In a book , that all may ...
Página 37
I have heard , I hear thee and rejoice : O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird , Or but a
wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear ; From
hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off and near . Though babbling only to the
...
I have heard , I hear thee and rejoice : O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird , Or but a
wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear ; From
hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off and near . Though babbling only to the
...
Página 149
So , hour on hour , they sat : I think They liked to hear the chisel ' s clink : And
when the boy sang loud and clear , They scrambled closer in to hear ; And if he
whistled sweet and shrill , The queer beasts shuffled nearer still : But every sleek
and ...
So , hour on hour , they sat : I think They liked to hear the chisel ' s clink : And
when the boy sang loud and clear , They scrambled closer in to hear ; And if he
whistled sweet and shrill , The queer beasts shuffled nearer still : But every sleek
and ...
Comentarios de la gente - Escribir un comentario
No encontramos ningún comentario en los lugares habituales.
Contenido
A slumber did | 98 |
saw three ships Anonymous | 105 |
Maesias Song | 112 |
Otras 11 secciones no mostradas
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
bells beneath beside birds born boys breath bright bring cold dancing dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes fair fall father fear fields fire flowers give gold golden Gone grave gray green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart Heaven hill hope JOHN keep kind king Lady Street land laugh leaves lies light live look Lord maid merry mind moon morning never night o'er once pale pass pipe play pleasure poem poet poetry poor rest ring ROBERT rose round Rowley seen shade shine sing sleep smile song sound spring stand sweet tell thee things THOMAS thou thought tree turn voice wild wind wings wonder wood young