Poems of Action: A Collection of Verse for YouthDavid Richard Porter Association Press, 1911 - 259 Seiten |
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... hearts of all boys . As far as poetry goes , however , this love too often either remains unawakened or is stifled by the obligatory use of school readers . In many other ways this natural love for poetic things is checked by the ...
... hearts of all boys . As far as poetry goes , however , this love too often either remains unawakened or is stifled by the obligatory use of school readers . In many other ways this natural love for poetic things is checked by the ...
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... ; While I stand on the roadway , or on the pavements gray , I hear it in the deep heart's core . WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DICKENS IN CAMP ABOVE the pines the moon was slowly Open Country PAGE THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE I William Butler Yeats.
... ; While I stand on the roadway , or on the pavements gray , I hear it in the deep heart's core . WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DICKENS IN CAMP ABOVE the pines the moon was slowly Open Country PAGE THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE I William Butler Yeats.
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... hearts , from Severn and from Clyde , And from the banks of Shannon . They sang of love , and not of fame ; Forgot was Britain's glory ; Each heart recalled a different name , But all sang ' Annie Laurie . ' Voice after voice caught up ...
... hearts , from Severn and from Clyde , And from the banks of Shannon . They sang of love , and not of fame ; Forgot was Britain's glory ; Each heart recalled a different name , But all sang ' Annie Laurie . ' Voice after voice caught up ...
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... heart . HENRY VAN DYKE A SONG OF THE ROAD THE gauger walked with willing foot , And aye the gauger played the flute ; And what should Master Gauger play But Over the hills and far away ? Whene'er I buckle on my pack And foot it gaily in ...
... heart . HENRY VAN DYKE A SONG OF THE ROAD THE gauger walked with willing foot , And aye the gauger played the flute ; And what should Master Gauger play But Over the hills and far away ? Whene'er I buckle on my pack And foot it gaily in ...
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... Touch of manner , hint of mood ; And my heart is like a rhyme , With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keep- ing time . The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a IO POEMS OF ACTION Robert Louis Stevenson A VAGABOND Song.
... Touch of manner , hint of mood ; And my heart is like a rhyme , With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keep- ing time . The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a IO POEMS OF ACTION Robert Louis Stevenson A VAGABOND Song.
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ALFRED NOYES auld lang syne BALLAD battle bells blow boy-my boy boys come home brave breast bugles blown Colonel's dare dark dawn dead dear death Drake dream drum earth EDWARD ROWLAND SILL England eyes F. W. H. MYERS face fear fight fire gay beat gleam gray hand hear heard heart hills How's my boy-my Inchcape Rock Kamal King laugh Lay him low light Lochinvar long thoughts Lord Randal Low-lands low mare mother never night o'er pibroch pipes play poem poison'd remember ride roar ROBERT BROWNING ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Robin Hood sail sailor ship shore sings Sir Richard sleep smile soldier song soul sound Spain stand stars stood sweet sword thee There's thou thoughts of youth thro town trees Twas voice waves whistle a bit wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind young Lochinvar youth are long
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 15 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Seite 232 - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Seite 214 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Seite 225 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Seite 16 - There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Seite 138 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! T remember.
Seite 38 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Seite 90 - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd 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. O Captain! my Captain!
Seite 112 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Seite 139 - AULD LANG SYNE. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o kindness yet, For auld lang syne.