School Poetry for Oral ExpressionEdwin Du Bois Shurter, Dwight Everett Watkins Noble and Noble, 1925 - 264 стор. |
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... born again , ac- cording to his individual spiritual constitution and experience . The potentialities , so to speak , of the printed poem must be vocally realized . . . Shake- speare , for example , did not write for the eye , but for ...
... born again , ac- cording to his individual spiritual constitution and experience . The potentialities , so to speak , of the printed poem must be vocally realized . . . Shake- speare , for example , did not write for the eye , but for ...
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... born in St. Paul , Minn . She attended Boston University in 1903-1904 , and began writing in New York in 1905. She is the author of a number of plays and historical pageants , and contributes plays , dramatic criticism and verse to ...
... born in St. Paul , Minn . She attended Boston University in 1903-1904 , and began writing in New York in 1905. She is the author of a number of plays and historical pageants , and contributes plays , dramatic criticism and verse to ...
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... born in New York City in 1861 , and was educated at home . She is interested in literary , civic and philanthropic affairs . She has published three volumes of poetry : " The Call to Brotherhood and Other Poems , " " One Woman to ...
... born in New York City in 1861 , and was educated at home . She is interested in literary , civic and philanthropic affairs . She has published three volumes of poetry : " The Call to Brotherhood and Other Poems , " " One Woman to ...
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... born in Washington , D. C. In addition to writing poetry , she lectures on poetry and music . Before her marriage to Sir Edgar Speyer , she was a violinist of note . This ingenious , accurate , and vivid description challenges the skill ...
... born in Washington , D. C. In addition to writing poetry , she lectures on poetry and music . Before her marriage to Sir Edgar Speyer , she was a violinist of note . This ingenious , accurate , and vivid description challenges the skill ...
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... born in Dixon , Ky . , December 7th , 1872 . He is a poet , dramatist , and short story writer , and was professor of English Literature in Cumberland University in 1896-1897 . He has since devoted himself to the writing of poetry ...
... born in Dixon , Ky . , December 7th , 1872 . He is a poet , dramatist , and short story writer , and was professor of English Literature in Cumberland University in 1896-1897 . He has since devoted himself to the writing of poetry ...
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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.