An Introduction to PoetryMacmillan, 1922 - 524 psl. |
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... hand and the contem- porary . He may " show virtue her own feature , scorn her own image " without being an ultra - realist . The characters of the most improbable romances , like Ivanhoe and Marmion , may be as real to us as the town ...
... hand and the contem- porary . He may " show virtue her own feature , scorn her own image " without being an ultra - realist . The characters of the most improbable romances , like Ivanhoe and Marmion , may be as real to us as the town ...
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... hand , is apt to arouse an emotion which is vague and undefined , not linked to any definite idea or image . When we hear even so simple an air as Dvorak's beautiful " Humoresque , " most of us long for words to tell us what the ...
... hand , is apt to arouse an emotion which is vague and undefined , not linked to any definite idea or image . When we hear even so simple an air as Dvorak's beautiful " Humoresque , " most of us long for words to tell us what the ...
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... hand , my trusty fiere , And gi'e's a hand o ' thine ; And we'll tak ' a right guid - willie waught , For auld lang syne . Robert Burns ( 1759-1796 ) Love songs are perhaps the best and certainly the most popular of all songs . In this ...
... hand , my trusty fiere , And gi'e's a hand o ' thine ; And we'll tak ' a right guid - willie waught , For auld lang syne . Robert Burns ( 1759-1796 ) Love songs are perhaps the best and certainly the most popular of all songs . In this ...
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... hand the authors of " America , " " The Watch on the Rhine , " and " Dixie " ? The American national anthem , " The Star - Spangled Banner , " was written not by a Poe , a Longfellow , or a Whitman , but by a Baltimore lawyer named ...
... hand the authors of " America , " " The Watch on the Rhine , " and " Dixie " ? The American national anthem , " The Star - Spangled Banner , " was written not by a Poe , a Longfellow , or a Whitman , but by a Baltimore lawyer named ...
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... hand in hand we'll go , And sleep thegither at the foot , John Anderson , my jo . Robert Burns ( 1759-1796 ) Emerson's " Concord Hymn , " one of the finest of Ameri- can patriotic lyrics , was sung in 1837 at the completion of the ...
... hand in hand we'll go , And sleep thegither at the foot , John Anderson , my jo . Robert Burns ( 1759-1796 ) Emerson's " Concord Hymn , " one of the finest of Ameri- can patriotic lyrics , was sung in 1837 at the completion of the ...
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Alfred Noyes American poets Amy Lowell anapestic beauty blank verse breath Burns contemporary couplet dactylic Danny Deever dark dead death Dobson doth dream earth Edgar Lee Masters Edwin Arlington Robinson Elegy English poetry epitaph eyes fair feet flowers following poem free verse glory Gray hath hear heart heaven heroic couplet hills Hymn iambic iambic pentameter John John Masefield Keats King Kipling lady land light verse lines living Longfellow Lord Lowell lyric Maryland Masefield melody meter metrical Milton never night o'er poet poetic popular ballad prose quatrain quote rhyme rhythm rime Ring Romance rose Shakespeare Shelley sing sleep song sonnet soul sound stanza sweet syllables Tennyson thee thine things thou thought trees trochaic vers de société voice Whitman wild William William Wordsworth wind words Wordsworth write written wrote
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279 psl. - God! 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.
105 psl. - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme : What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these ? What maidens loth ? What mad pursuit ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
146 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.
208 psl. - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned; Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...
418 psl. - The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; - on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
91 psl. - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
419 psl. - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another ! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant...
220 psl. - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
233 psl. - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
271 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...