The Way of Poetry: An Anthology for Younger ReadersHoughton Mifflin, 1922 - 240 páginas An anthology of poetry for young readers. |
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... DEATH , KATHerine Phillips 134 86 DEATH STANDS Above me , Walter Savage Landor DESCRIPTION OF THE SPRING , A , SIR HENRY WOTTON DESERTED VILLAGE , THE , OLIVER GOLDSMITH DIRGE FROM " CYMBELINE , " WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Donkey , The ...
... DEATH , KATHerine Phillips 134 86 DEATH STANDS Above me , Walter Savage Landor DESCRIPTION OF THE SPRING , A , SIR HENRY WOTTON DESERTED VILLAGE , THE , OLIVER GOLDSMITH DIRGE FROM " CYMBELINE , " WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Donkey , The ...
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... DEATH OF A MAD DOG GOOD people all , of every sort Give ear unto my song ; And if you find it wondrous short , It cannot hold you long . In Islington there was a man , Of whom the world might say , That still a godly race he ran Whene ...
... DEATH OF A MAD DOG GOOD people all , of every sort Give ear unto my song ; And if you find it wondrous short , It cannot hold you long . In Islington there was a man , Of whom the world might say , That still a godly race he ran Whene ...
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... year dead , Is lying . Come , Months , come away , From November to May , In your saddest array ; Follow the bier Of the dead cold year , And. On the earth her death - bed , in a shroud of leaves I HAD A LITTLE PONY. 12 THE WAY OF POETRY.
... year dead , Is lying . Come , Months , come away , From November to May , In your saddest array ; Follow the bier Of the dead cold year , And. On the earth her death - bed , in a shroud of leaves I HAD A LITTLE PONY. 12 THE WAY OF POETRY.
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... death , the night . My house a cottage , more Than palace , and should fitting be , For all my use , not luxury . My garden painted o'er ! With nature's hands , not art's ; and pleasures yield , Horace might envy in his Sabine field ...
... death , the night . My house a cottage , more Than palace , and should fitting be , For all my use , not luxury . My garden painted o'er ! With nature's hands , not art's ; and pleasures yield , Horace might envy in his Sabine field ...
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... death , and found it in my womb ; I looked for life , and saw it was a shade ; I trod the earth , and knew it was my tomb ; And now I die , and now I am but made ; The glass is full , and now my glass is run ; And now I live , and now ...
... death , and found it in my womb ; I looked for life , and saw it was a shade ; I trod the earth , and knew it was my tomb ; And now I die , and now I am but made ; The glass is full , and now my glass is run ; And now I live , and now ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON bells beneath Bill Brewer birds blue boughs bowers breast cold cries daffodils Dan'l Whiddon dance dark dear doth dream e'en earth eyes fair FEET IN ANCIENT fields flocks flowers friends gipsy golden grass grave gray green Greensleeves Harry Hawk hath head hear heart Heaven Heigho hill Jan Stewer JOHN keel row Lady Street live looks Lord Lord Randal maid merry mind moon morning never night o'er Old Uncle pale pass'd PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Peter Gurney pipe Piper pleasure poet poetry poor RALPH HODGSON rats Ring ROBERT HERRICK round rowley powley Samian wine says Anthony Rowley says Rowley shade shepherd shining sing sleep smile song sweet thee thine things Thou hast tree Uncle Tom Cobbleigh W. H. DAVIES wild WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood
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Página xix - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing. Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, 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...
Página 150 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Página 86 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Página 189 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Página 103 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 20 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Página 195 - 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!
Página 109 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Página 23 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
Página 150 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.