Poems of Action: A Collection of Verse for YouthDavid Richard Porter Association Press, 1911 - 259 psl. |
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... never deeply felt , nor clearly will'd , Whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds , Whose vague resolves never have been fulfill'd ; For whom each year we see Breeds new beginnings , disappointments new ; Who hesitate and falter ...
... never deeply felt , nor clearly will'd , Whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds , Whose vague resolves never have been fulfill'd ; For whom each year we see Breeds new beginnings , disappointments new ; Who hesitate and falter ...
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... never a favor you bestow . You rock your cradle the hills between , But scorn to notice my white lateen . I stow the sail and unship the mast : I wooed you long , but my wooing's past ; My paddle will lull you into rest : O drowsy wind ...
... never a favor you bestow . You rock your cradle the hills between , But scorn to notice my white lateen . I stow the sail and unship the mast : I wooed you long , but my wooing's past ; My paddle will lull you into rest : O drowsy wind ...
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... . Be strong , O paddle ! be brave , canoe ! The reckless waves you must plunge into . Reel , reel , On your trembling keel , But never a fear my craft will feel . We've raced the rapids ; we're far ahead : The 26 POEMS OF ACTION.
... . Be strong , O paddle ! be brave , canoe ! The reckless waves you must plunge into . Reel , reel , On your trembling keel , But never a fear my craft will feel . We've raced the rapids ; we're far ahead : The 26 POEMS OF ACTION.
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... never for its own ! R. C. TRENCH NOT YOURS , O MOTHER , TO COMPLAIN It is not yours , O mother , to complain , Not , mother , yours to weep , Though nevermore your son again Shall to your bosom creep , Though nevermore again you watch ...
... never for its own ! R. C. TRENCH NOT YOURS , O MOTHER , TO COMPLAIN It is not yours , O mother , to complain , Not , mother , yours to weep , Though nevermore your son again Shall to your bosom creep , Though nevermore again you watch ...
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... never told my nearest neighbors- Stole away with pack and ponies - left ' em drinking in the town ; And the faith that moveth mountains didn't seem to help my labors As I faced the sheer main - ranges , whipping up and leading down ...
... never told my nearest neighbors- Stole away with pack and ponies - left ' em drinking in the town ; And the faith that moveth mountains didn't seem to help my labors As I faced the sheer main - ranges , whipping up and leading down ...
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ALFRED NOYES auld lang syne BALLAD battle bells blow boy-my boy boys come home brave breast bugles blown Colonel's dare dark dawn dead dear death Drake dream drum earth EDWARD ROWLAND SILL England eyes F. W. H. MYERS face fear fight fire gay beat gleam gray hand hear heard heart hills How's my boy-my Inchcape Rock Kamal King laugh Lay him low light Lochinvar long thoughts Lord Randal Low-lands low mare mother never night o'er pibroch pipes play poem poison'd remember ride roar ROBERT BROWNING ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Robin Hood sail sailor ship shore sings Sir Richard sleep smile soldier song soul sound Spain stand stars stood sweet sword thee There's thou thoughts of youth thro town trees Twas voice waves whistle a bit wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind young Lochinvar youth are long
Populiarios ištraukos
15 psl. - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
232 psl. - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
214 psl. - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
225 psl. - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
16 psl. - There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
138 psl. - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! T remember.
38 psl. - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
90 psl. - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
112 psl. - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
139 psl. - AULD LANG SYNE. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o kindness yet, For auld lang syne.