Poems for the Study of Language Prescribed in the Course of Study for the Common Schools of Illinois: With Biographical Sketches and IllustrationsHoughton, Mifflin, 1905 - 210 Seiten |
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... RIVER CHARLES Seventh Month RHŒCUS Eighth Month Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 153 James Russell Lowell 162 TO THE DANDELION James Russell Lowell 167 First Month EIGHTH YEAR ABRAHAM DAVENPORT John Greenleaf Whittier 170 Second Month FOR AN ...
... RIVER CHARLES Seventh Month RHŒCUS Eighth Month Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 153 James Russell Lowell 162 TO THE DANDELION James Russell Lowell 167 First Month EIGHTH YEAR ABRAHAM DAVENPORT John Greenleaf Whittier 170 Second Month FOR AN ...
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... have become classical , — what old covey of past ages planted them ? " The poem was written in 1849 , but not published until 1864 . ― - Growing by the rushing river , Tall and stately in 22 POEMS FOR THE STUDY OF LANGUAGE.
... have become classical , — what old covey of past ages planted them ? " The poem was written in 1849 , but not published until 1864 . ― - Growing by the rushing river , Tall and stately in 22 POEMS FOR THE STUDY OF LANGUAGE.
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With Biographical Sketches and Illustrations. Growing by the rushing river , Tall and stately in the valley ! I a light canoe will build me , Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing , That shall float upon the river , Like a yellow leaf in ...
With Biographical Sketches and Illustrations. Growing by the rushing river , Tall and stately in the valley ! I a light canoe will build me , Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing , That shall float upon the river , Like a yellow leaf in ...
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... river may not wet me ! " And the Larch , with all its fibres , Shivered in the air of morning , Touched his forehead with its tassels , Said , with one long sigh of sorrow , " Take them all , O Hiawatha ! " 35 40 45 50 55 From the earth ...
... river may not wet me ! " And the Larch , with all its fibres , Shivered in the air of morning , Touched his forehead with its tassels , Said , with one long sigh of sorrow , " Take them all , O Hiawatha ! " 35 40 45 50 55 From the earth ...
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... builded In the valley , by the river , In the bosom of the forest ; And the forest's life was in it , All its mystery and its magic , 85 90 35 95 100 All the lightness of the birch - tree , All ILLINOIS COURSE- 25 - THIRD YEAR.
... builded In the valley , by the river , In the bosom of the forest ; And the forest's life was in it , All its mystery and its magic , 85 90 35 95 100 All the lightness of the birch - tree , All ILLINOIS COURSE- 25 - THIRD YEAR.
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190 AMSTERDAM Abraham Davenport ALICE CARY apple-tree beautiful beneath bird bloom blue blue weather brave breath bright called CELIA THAXTER Christmas cloud dark dead door doth earth Elmwood eyes flag Flower of Liberty golden Gottlieb green hand happy Harvard College hath hear heard heart heaven HELEN HUNT JACKSON HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Hiawatha hills hold in fee JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king land laughed leaves light living look Lord meadows morning mother murmur nest Never forever night Nokomis o'er PHOEBE CARY plants poems poet poor rain Revere Rhocus Ring river Riverside Branch round seemed shadow shining sings Sir Launfal sleep snow song soul sound spring stars steed stood summer sunshine sweet tell thee things thou thought toil tree voice warm waves WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wings wood words yellow
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Seite 38 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Seite 173 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Seite 173 - Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Seite 126 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
Seite 104 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Seite 42 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Seite 45 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed in his flight Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Seite 37 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Seite 61 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word; "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Seite 173 - 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.