Golden Number: A Book of Verse for YouthMrs. Kate Douglas (Smith) Wiggins, Nora Archibald Smith Doubleday, Page, 1916 - 686 psl. |
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... falls upon the following lines from " Paradise Lost " you confess privately that if you were obliged to parse and analyze them the task would cause you a weary half - hour with Lindley Murray or Quackenbos . " Adam the goodliest man of ...
... falls upon the following lines from " Paradise Lost " you confess privately that if you were obliged to parse and analyze them the task would cause you a weary half - hour with Lindley Murray or Quackenbos . " Adam the goodliest man of ...
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... fall slow ; the chickadee sings cheerily ; lo , the magic touch again and the house mates sit , as Emerson saw them , “ Around the radiant fireplace enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm . ” A CHANTED CALENDAR Daybreak DAY had ...
... fall slow ; the chickadee sings cheerily ; lo , the magic touch again and the house mates sit , as Emerson saw them , “ Around the radiant fireplace enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm . ” A CHANTED CALENDAR Daybreak DAY had ...
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... falling , And bright Hesperus down calling The dead Night from under ground ; At whose rising , mists unsound , Damps and vapors fly apace , Hovering o'er the wanton face Of these pastures , where they come , Striking dead both bud and ...
... falling , And bright Hesperus down calling The dead Night from under ground ; At whose rising , mists unsound , Damps and vapors fly apace , Hovering o'er the wanton face Of these pastures , where they come , Striking dead both bud and ...
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... fall in numbers On your eyelids ! So , farewell ! Thus I end my evening's knell . JOHN FLETCHER . 46 Night How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air ; No mist obscures , nor cloud , nor speck , nor stain , Breaks ...
... fall in numbers On your eyelids ! So , farewell ! Thus I end my evening's knell . JOHN FLETCHER . 46 Night How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air ; No mist obscures , nor cloud , nor speck , nor stain , Breaks ...
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... fall from satin burrs Without a sound of warning ; When on the ground red apples lie In piles like jewels shining , And redder still on old stone walls Are leaves of woodbine twining ; When all the lovely wayside things Their white ...
... fall from satin burrs Without a sound of warning ; When on the ground red apples lie In piles like jewels shining , And redder still on old stone walls Are leaves of woodbine twining ; When all the lovely wayside things Their white ...
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Banners are Waving bells bird blossoms blow blue bonnie breath bright Chanted Calendar clouds dark dear doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes fair fairy Fancy Songs flowers Garden of Girls Glenlogie gold golden grass Green Things Growing happy Hark hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONgfellow hill Inglenook JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON king lady Lady of Shalott land laugh leaves light look Lord LORD TENNYSON loud lullaby Mally's Merry Mood morn mountain never night o'er Old Glory PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain Reality Romance roar Romance and Reality round sail shining shore sing sleep snow Songs of Fancy soul sound Sports and Pastimes spring stars steed stream summer sweet thee thou voice wild WILLIAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods World and Old World Beautiful
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210 psl. - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene, Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies, When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes He...
98 psl. - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know,...
603 psl. - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : 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.
160 psl. - But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...
161 psl. - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated mid-way on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora.
540 psl. - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
95 psl. - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody : — Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
548 psl. - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
617 psl. - custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. " The next, with dirges due in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
256 psl. - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.