Golden Numbers: A Book of Verse for YouthKate Douglas Smith Wiggin, Nora Archibald Smith McClure, Phillips & Company, 1902 - 687 psl. Includes poems by Shelley, Keats, Shakespeare, Milton, Bryant, Emerson, Browning, and many other American and English poets. |
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... Lady of Shalott . By Alfred , Lord Tenny- son 431 The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire . By Jean Ingelow 438 The Forsaken Merman . By Matthew Arnold 444 The Sands of Dee . By Charles Kingsley 450 The " Gray Swan . " By Alice Cary ...
... Lady of Shalott . By Alfred , Lord Tenny- son 431 The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire . By Jean Ingelow 438 The Forsaken Merman . By Matthew Arnold 444 The Sands of Dee . By Charles Kingsley 450 The " Gray Swan . " By Alice Cary ...
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... lady sweet , arise : Arise , arise ! From Cymbeline . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . Evening in Paradise Now came still Evening on , and Twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird- They to ...
... lady sweet , arise : Arise , arise ! From Cymbeline . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . Evening in Paradise Now came still Evening on , and Twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird- They to ...
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... ladies ' skirts across the grass- O wind , a - blowing all day long , O wind , that sings so loud a song ! I saw the different things you did , But always you yourself you hid , * From " A Child's Garden of Verses . " By courtesy of ...
... ladies ' skirts across the grass- O wind , a - blowing all day long , O wind , that sings so loud a song ! I saw the different things you did , But always you yourself you hid , * From " A Child's Garden of Verses . " By courtesy of ...
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... ladies ' eyes . What does he but soften Heart alike and pen ? " Tis the hard gray weather Breeds hard English men . What's the soft Southwester ? " Tis the ladies ' breeze , Bringing home their true loves Out of all the seas ; But the ...
... ladies ' eyes . What does he but soften Heart alike and pen ? " Tis the hard gray weather Breeds hard English men . What's the soft Southwester ? " Tis the ladies ' breeze , Bringing home their true loves Out of all the seas ; But the ...
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... lady's lap . From many winters , many springs Shall cherish them in strength and sap , Till they be marked upon the map , A wood for the wind's wanderings . Green Things Growing All seed is in the sower's hands [ 65 ] GOLDEN NUMBERS.
... lady's lap . From many winters , many springs Shall cherish them in strength and sap , Till they be marked upon the map , A wood for the wind's wanderings . Green Things Growing All seed is in the sower's hands [ 65 ] GOLDEN NUMBERS.
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Golden Numbers A Book of Verse for Youth Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin,Nora Archibald Smith Visos knygos peržiūra - 1902 |
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Banners are Waving bells bird blow blue bonnie brave breath bright clouds dear deep doth drum earth eyes fair fairy Fancy Songs flew flowers Garden of Girls Glenlogie gold golden grass Green Things Growing hair hame Hark hath hear heard heart heaven hill Home and Country horn Inglenook JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN KEATS King lady Lady of Shalott land laugh light look Lord LORD TENNYSON loud lullaby Mally's Merry Mood Mood In Merry morn mountain never night o'er Old Glory PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain RALPH WALDO EMERSON Reality Romance roar Romance and Reality round sail shine shore sing sleep snow Songs of Fancy soul sound Sports and Pastimes stars steed storm sweet thee thou tree twas voice wild WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind Wing World and Old
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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 stared at the Pacific and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
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!
296 psl. - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
98 psl. - 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.
313 psl. - Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
613 psl. - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple...
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.
290 psl. - While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
250 psl. - Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; I listened, motionless and still; And, as I...
543 psl. - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.