The School Poetry BookThe author, 1894 - 129 psl. |
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... souls washed overboard , they said , And one the waves brought back , but he was left . They saw him place the life - buoy o'er his head ; The sea was running wildly ; he was left . " He was a strong , strong swimmer . Do you know ...
... souls washed overboard , they said , And one the waves brought back , but he was left . They saw him place the life - buoy o'er his head ; The sea was running wildly ; he was left . " He was a strong , strong swimmer . Do you know ...
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... soul so dead , Who never to himself hath said , " This is my own - my native land ! " Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned , As home his footsteps he hath turned , From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe , go ...
... soul so dead , Who never to himself hath said , " This is my own - my native land ! " Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned , As home his footsteps he hath turned , From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe , go ...
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... soul , We hailed it in God's name . " It ate the food it ne'er had ate , And round and round it flew . The ice did split with a thunder - fit ; The helmsman steered us through ! " And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross ...
... soul , We hailed it in God's name . " It ate the food it ne'er had ate , And round and round it flew . The ice did split with a thunder - fit ; The helmsman steered us through ! " And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross ...
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... souls did from their bodies fly , - They fled to bliss or woe ! And every soul , it passed me by Like the whizz of my cross - bow . " PART IV . " I fear thee , ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long , and lank ...
... souls did from their bodies fly , - They fled to bliss or woe ! And every soul , it passed me by Like the whizz of my cross - bow . " PART IV . " I fear thee , ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long , and lank ...
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... soul . " The silly buckets on the deck , That had so long remained , I dreamt that they were filled with dew ; And when I woke , it rained . " My lips were wet , my throat was cold , My garments all were dank ; " " Sure I had drunken in ...
... soul . " The silly buckets on the deck , That had so long remained , I dreamt that they were filled with dew ; And when I woke , it rained . " My lips were wet , my throat was cold , My garments all were dank ; " " Sure I had drunken in ...
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Albatross ALFRED TENNYSON ancient Mariner bell beneath bird blew blood blow boat breast breath breeze cheer cold countree County Guy cried curse dark dead Death deck Doth dread dream dropt eyes face fell fiend flew flower galloped ghastly glittering green groan harbor-bar hath head hear heard heart Heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Herminius Hermit hill Inchcape Inchcape Rock King kirk land land of mist Lars Porsena Lartius Lights of London London Town looked Lord loud mast mist and snow moonlight morn never night o'er ocean Old Sword pray Quoth roar rock rose round sails shadow shore shout silent silent light sleep smile soul sound spake stars stood sweet thrice thunder towers of Rome turned Twas village wave weary weather White Ship WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY wind
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48 psl. - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
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