School Poetry for Oral ExpressionEdwin Du Bois Shurter, Dwight Everett Watkins Noble and Noble, 1925 - 264 стор. |
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... flower or fruit ; Some for shelter against the storm , And some to keep the hearth - stone warm ; Some for the roof and some for the beam , And some for a boat to breast the stream ; — In the wealth of the wood since the world began The ...
... flower or fruit ; Some for shelter against the storm , And some to keep the hearth - stone warm ; Some for the roof and some for the beam , And some for a boat to breast the stream ; — In the wealth of the wood since the world began The ...
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... flowers and all ; And just cry out To take again the faint and wind - swept trail , To see my naked mountains , shale and snow , To feel again the hill - wind and to know The spell that shall not fail . Reprinted by permission of , and ...
... flowers and all ; And just cry out To take again the faint and wind - swept trail , To see my naked mountains , shale and snow , To feel again the hill - wind and to know The spell that shall not fail . Reprinted by permission of , and ...
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... flowers and the wings ; From October's tossed and trodden gold She is making the young year out of the old ; Yea : Out of winter's flying sleet She is making all the summer sweet , And the brown leaves spurned of November's feet She is ...
... flowers and the wings ; From October's tossed and trodden gold She is making the young year out of the old ; Yea : Out of winter's flying sleet She is making all the summer sweet , And the brown leaves spurned of November's feet She is ...
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... flower can say it , or a shaken leaf , But few may ever snare it in a song , Though for the quest a life is not too long . When the blue hills grow tender , when they pull The twilight close with gesture beautiful , And shadows are ...
... flower can say it , or a shaken leaf , But few may ever snare it in a song , Though for the quest a life is not too long . When the blue hills grow tender , when they pull The twilight close with gesture beautiful , And shadows are ...
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... flowers , the fairest be . Next write I down the great name of the sea , Lonely in greatness as the names of kings ; Then the young moon that hath us all in fee— So runs my catalog of lovely things . Imperial sunsets that in crimson ...
... flowers , the fairest be . Next write I down the great name of the sea , Lonely in greatness as the names of kings ; Then the young moon that hath us all in fee— So runs my catalog of lovely things . Imperial sunsets that in crimson ...
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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.