Collection of Poetry for School ReadingMacmillan Company, 1910 - Всего страниц: 186 |
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... called ' The Father of American poetry , ' was born at Cummington , Massachusetts . Quiet and studious as a boy , his poetical nature ripened early , and at nineteen he had written ' Thanatopsis . ' The level there reached was ...
... called ' The Father of American poetry , ' was born at Cummington , Massachusetts . Quiet and studious as a boy , his poetical nature ripened early , and at nineteen he had written ' Thanatopsis . ' The level there reached was ...
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... called ' Lake Poets , ' was an extremely voluminous writer of both verse and prose , though his writings are now but little read . He was a man of upright and lovable character and as a writer not altogether deserving of the neglect ...
... called ' Lake Poets , ' was an extremely voluminous writer of both verse and prose , though his writings are now but little read . He was a man of upright and lovable character and as a writer not altogether deserving of the neglect ...
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... called dull to - day . Those of his poems most likely to live are the stirring lyrics included in this volume . Mention should also be made of ' Lochiel , ' ' O'Connor's Child , ' and ' Lord Ullin's Daughter . ' YE mariners of England ...
... called dull to - day . Those of his poems most likely to live are the stirring lyrics included in this volume . Mention should also be made of ' Lochiel , ' ' O'Connor's Child , ' and ' Lord Ullin's Daughter . ' YE mariners of England ...
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... called to the bar in 1831. He is known chiefly as the author of the ' Loss of the Birkenhead , ' the ' Private of the Buffs , ' and the ' Red Thread of Honor , ' one of the noblest battle poems in the language . He was appointed ...
... called to the bar in 1831. He is known chiefly as the author of the ' Loss of the Birkenhead , ' the ' Private of the Buffs , ' and the ' Red Thread of Honor , ' one of the noblest battle poems in the language . He was appointed ...
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... Called my Roland his pet name , my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands , laughed and sang , any noise , bad or good , Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood . 55 And all I remember is , friends flocking round As I sat with ...
... Called my Roland his pet name , my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands , laughed and sang , any noise , bad or good , Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood . 55 And all I remember is , friends flocking round As I sat with ...
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK ALFRED TENNYSON Allen-a-Dale battle BATTLE OF NASEBY beat bells of Shandon bird blood bold born brave bugle chamber door Charles Kingsley Clusium cried dared death deep drum dying EDGAR ALLAN POE England English eyes fame famous victory father fight fleet forever fought FRANCIS HASTINGS DOYLE gallant galloped Gilpin glorious glory hand hath heard heart heaven Hervé Riel hill Horatius join the brimming King knells land Lars Porsena Lenore Light Brigade Lord loud MICHAEL DRAYTON morn never Nevermore night noble o'er Pilgrim Piper poems poet Quoth the Raven Ring river Lee roar rolling Rome round Shandon Sheridan ship shore shout Sir Richard smiling songs soul sound spake steed stood storm stormy tempests blow sweet swells tell thee THOMAS CAMPBELL thousand thunder TIGER WILLIAM tolling Twas wave wild wind ΙΟ
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Стр. 76 - I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, 25 Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, ' Lenore !
Стр. 180 - At all his jokes, for many a joke had he; Full well the busy whisper, circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned — Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Стр. 55 - When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, 5 By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far, I had roam'd on a desolate track: 10 'Twas
Стр. 105 - twixt my knees on the ground, And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent. 60
Стр. 178 - Far other aims his heart had learned to prize— More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain; The long-remembered beggar was his guest,
Стр. 88 - Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O Love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, 15 And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. THE BROOK
Стр. 155 - Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 40
Стр. 81 - tell me — tell me, I implore!' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore.' 90 ' Prophet!'said I, ' thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant
Стр. 180 - The village all declared how much he knew; 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage — And e'en the story ran that he could gauge; In arguing too, the parson owned his skill,
Стр. 144 - The furious river struggled hard, And tossed his tawny mane, * And burst the curb, and bounded, Rejoicing to be free, And whirling down, in fierce career, 465 Battlement, and plank, and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind; Thrice thirty thousand foes before,