Golden Number: A Book of Verse for Youth |
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He shall rest , for at least to - night ! " But at dawn , when the birds were waking , As they watched in the silent room , With the sound of a strained cord breaking , A something snapped in the gloom . 66 ' Twas the string of his ...
He shall rest , for at least to - night ! " But at dawn , when the birds were waking , As they watched in the silent room , With the sound of a strained cord breaking , A something snapped in the gloom . 66 ' Twas the string of his ...
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Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Golden Numbers A Book of Verse for Youth Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin,Nora Archibald Smith Visos knygos peržiūra - 1902 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Beautiful bells bird blow blue breath bright clear clouds comes dark dear deep door dream earth eyes face fair fairy fall feet field fire flowers Garden give Glory gold golden grass green Green Things Growing Growing hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hill hour JOHN king lady land laugh leaves light live look Lord merry morning mountain never night o'er once pass Pastimes play rain Reality rest ring Romance rose round sail shining side sing sleep snow soft song Songs of Fancy soul sound Sports spring stand stars stream summer sweet tell thee things thou thought Till tree true turned voice waves wild wind wings woods World young
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208 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...
96 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,...
601 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.
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159 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.
538 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!
93 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...
547 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...
615 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.
254 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.
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Golden Number A Book of Verse for Youth Children's crimson classics |
| Redaktoriai | Mrs. Kate Douglas (Smith) Wiggins, Nora Archibald Smith |
| Leidėjas | Doubleday, Page, 1916 |
| Originalas iš | Harvardo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 16 rugpjūčio 2007 |
| Ilgis | 686 psl. |
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