School Poetry for Oral ExpressionEdwin Du Bois Shurter, Dwight Everett Watkins Noble and Noble, 1925 - 264 стор. |
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... of boughs and rills- The oaks are russet , the maples flare , The sumach's splendor glows here and there , And your weary heart has slipped its load , 3 Oh , bright the sunlight as on you fare Tasting Author NATURE Title.
... of boughs and rills- The oaks are russet , the maples flare , The sumach's splendor glows here and there , And your weary heart has slipped its load , 3 Oh , bright the sunlight as on you fare Tasting Author NATURE Title.
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Edwin Du Bois Shurter, Dwight Everett Watkins. Oh , bright the sunlight as on you fare Tasting the joys of the winding road ! Odors of earth when the wild winds blow , New views to greet you at each hill's crest , Color and beauty where ...
Edwin Du Bois Shurter, Dwight Everett Watkins. Oh , bright the sunlight as on you fare Tasting the joys of the winding road ! Odors of earth when the wild winds blow , New views to greet you at each hill's crest , Color and beauty where ...
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... bright , but there is a sort of lazy relaxation that qualifies the lightness . It is full of longing , too , but never petulant . Resignation and com- plete satisfaction characterize the last two stanzas , which may be de- livered very ...
... bright , but there is a sort of lazy relaxation that qualifies the lightness . It is full of longing , too , but never petulant . Resignation and com- plete satisfaction characterize the last two stanzas , which may be de- livered very ...
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... bright acceptance Of all the rich exuberance of life . Rebellious or resigned , they flaunt their color , A sudden torch , a burning battle - cry . " Light up the world , " they wave to all the others ; " Swiftly we live and splendidly ...
... bright acceptance Of all the rich exuberance of life . Rebellious or resigned , they flaunt their color , A sudden torch , a burning battle - cry . " Light up the world , " they wave to all the others ; " Swiftly we live and splendidly ...
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... bright sun , Settled to rest , and for a tranquil hour The lengthening bluish shadows on the snow Stole down the orchard slope , and a rose light Flooded the earth with glory and with peace , Then in the west behind the cedars black The ...
... bright sun , Settled to rest , and for a tranquil hour The lengthening bluish shadows on the snow Stole down the orchard slope , and a rose light Flooded the earth with glory and with peace , Then in the west behind the cedars black The ...
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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.