School Poetry for Oral ExpressionEdwin Du Bois Shurter, Dwight Everett Watkins Noble and Noble, 1925 - 264 стор. |
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... Lord ; A group of pansies with their shrewish faces , Little old ladies cackling over laces ; The quaint , unhurried road that curved so well ; The prim petunias with their rich , rank smell ; The lettuce - birds , the creepers in the ...
... Lord ; A group of pansies with their shrewish faces , Little old ladies cackling over laces ; The quaint , unhurried road that curved so well ; The prim petunias with their rich , rank smell ; The lettuce - birds , the creepers in the ...
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... Lord of the winter night , august and pure , Returning year on year untouched by time , To kindle faith with thy immortal fire , There are no hurts that beauty cannot ease , No ills that love cannot at last repair , In the courageous ...
... Lord of the winter night , august and pure , Returning year on year untouched by time , To kindle faith with thy immortal fire , There are no hurts that beauty cannot ease , No ills that love cannot at last repair , In the courageous ...
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... Lord , I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year ; My soul is all but out of me , -let fall No burning leaf ; prithee , let no bird call . Reprinted by permission of Mitchell Kennerley . Ellis Park Helen Hoyt Helen Hoyt ...
... Lord , I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year ; My soul is all but out of me , -let fall No burning leaf ; prithee , let no bird call . Reprinted by permission of Mitchell Kennerley . Ellis Park Helen Hoyt Helen Hoyt ...
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... lord not comely - housed , a god Seeing what gods must blush to see , A song where it is ill to sing , And each gold ray despiteously Lies like a gold ironic rod . Yet one gray man in Lady Street Looks for the sun . He never bent Life ...
... lord not comely - housed , a god Seeing what gods must blush to see , A song where it is ill to sing , And each gold ray despiteously Lies like a gold ironic rod . Yet one gray man in Lady Street Looks for the sun . He never bent Life ...
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... Lords must atone for their , misdeeds . The pictures can be well developed , but they are always seen through the mist of sadness . THERE is a vale in the Flemish land , A vale once fair to see , Where under the sweep of the sky's wide ...
... Lords must atone for their , misdeeds . The pictures can be well developed , but they are always seen through the mist of sadness . THERE is a vale in the Flemish land , A vale once fair to see , Where under the sweep of the sky's wide ...
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Alexander Beaufort Meek Alfred Domett Alfred Tennyson beautiful beneath biographical note concerning Bliss Carman Blynken born Break breath Cale Young Rice calm Captain Carcassonne Charles Scribner's Sons cloud concerning the author Copyright dark dawn dead death deep died dream earth Edward Rowland Sill Edwin Markham Eugene Field eyes fair flowers galloped gray green hand hath hear heart heaven hills Lady Street land last stanza Laughter light Little Boy Blue live Lochinvar Lord Louis Untermeyer ment moon night o'er poem poet poetry published rain rendezvous with Death Reprinted by permission rhythm Richard Le Gallienne ride Ring road sail silence sing skies slow smile song soul special arrange spirit stars strong sweet sword tears thee thine things thou thought tone trees Tubal Cain verse voice wave wild wind Wynken York young Lochinvar
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Сторінка 170 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Сторінка 190 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Сторінка 177 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Сторінка 188 - Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...
Сторінка 169 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Сторінка 103 - Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world.
Сторінка 217 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weathered 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.
Сторінка 240 - 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. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Сторінка 224 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image.
Сторінка 171 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.