Collection of Poetry for School ReadingMacmillan Company, 1910 - Всего страниц: 186 |
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... below , When the sea around was black with storms , And white the shore with snow . The mists , that wrapped the Pilgrim's sleep , Still brood upon the tide ; 5 ΤΟ And the rocks yet keep their watch by the deep 8 THE PILGRIM FATHERS.
... below , When the sea around was black with storms , And white the shore with snow . The mists , that wrapped the Pilgrim's sleep , Still brood upon the tide ; 5 ΤΟ And the rocks yet keep their watch by the deep 8 THE PILGRIM FATHERS.
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And the rocks yet keep their watch by the deep , To stay its waves of pride . But the snow - white sail that he gave to the gale , When the heavens looked dark , is gone ; As an angel's wing , through an opening cloud , 15 Is seen , and ...
And the rocks yet keep their watch by the deep , To stay its waves of pride . But the snow - white sail that he gave to the gale , When the heavens looked dark , is gone ; As an angel's wing , through an opening cloud , 15 Is seen , and ...
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... keep it safe and sound . 60 65 Each bottle had a curling ear , Through which the belt he drew , 70 And hung a bottle on each side , To make his balance true . Then over all , that he might be Equipped from top to toe , His long red ...
... keep it safe and sound . 60 65 Each bottle had a curling ear , Through which the belt he drew , 70 And hung a bottle on each side , To make his balance true . Then over all , that he might be Equipped from top to toe , His long red ...
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... will : But We must keep unbroken The old rules of the Hill . O ' Before the Ghiznee tiger Leapt forth to burn and slay ; 5 IO 15 Before the holy Prophet ° Taught our grim tribes to 56 THE RED THREAD OF HONOR The Red Thread of Honor.
... will : But We must keep unbroken The old rules of the Hill . O ' Before the Ghiznee tiger Leapt forth to burn and slay ; 5 IO 15 Before the holy Prophet ° Taught our grim tribes to 56 THE RED THREAD OF HONOR The Red Thread of Honor.
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... Keeping time , time , time , In a sort of Runic rhyme , To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells , bells , bells , bells , Bells , bells , bells- From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells . Hear the mellow ...
... Keeping time , time , time , In a sort of Runic rhyme , To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells , bells , bells , bells , Bells , bells , bells- From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells . Hear the mellow ...
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Collection of Poetry for School Reading: Selected and Arranged with Notes Marcus White Недоступно для просмотра - 1899 |
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK ALFRED TENNYSON Allen-a-Dale Amidst battle BATTLE OF NASEBY BATTLE OF WATERLOO beat bells of Shandon blood bold born chamber door Charles Kingsley Clusium cried deep drum England English eyes fair fame famous father fight fleet fought France FRANCIS HASTINGS DOYLE gallant galloped glorious glory hand hath head heard heart heaven Hervé Riel hill Horatius horse John Gilpin King Lambesc land Lars Porsena Lenore Lochinvar looked Lord loud morn never Nevermore night noble o'er Pilgrim pipe Piper poems poet Quoth rats Raven ride Ring river river Lee roar rode rolling Rome round ship shore shout Sir Richard smiling songs soul sound spake steed stood storm stormy tempests blow story sweet sword tell thee THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thousand thunder Twas victory village waves wild WILLIAM COWPER wind young Lochinvar 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,