Poems of Action: A Collection of Verse for YouthDavid Richard Porter Association Press, 1911 - 259 Seiten |
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... knew ' twas truth the Caliph said . From that day forth his work was planned So that the world might understand . He carved it deeper , and more plain ; He carved it thrice as large again ; He sold it , too , for thrice the cost ; —Ah ...
... knew ' twas truth the Caliph said . From that day forth his work was planned So that the world might understand . He carved it deeper , and more plain ; He carved it thrice as large again ; He sold it , too , for thrice the cost ; —Ah ...
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... knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid , Not only to keep down the base in man , But teach high thought , and amiable words And courtliness , and the desire of fame , And love of truth , and all ...
... knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid , Not only to keep down the base in man , But teach high thought , and amiable words And courtliness , and the desire of fame , And love of truth , and all ...
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... with blood , And down in the corn , where the poppies grew , Were redder stains than the poppies knew , And crimson - dyed was the river's flood . For the foe had crossed from the other side , 50 POEMS OF ACTION Robert Browning ROLL-CALL.
... with blood , And down in the corn , where the poppies grew , Were redder stains than the poppies knew , And crimson - dyed was the river's flood . For the foe had crossed from the other side , 50 POEMS OF ACTION Robert Browning ROLL-CALL.
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... knew their task at all , but were the tools of God . And as the fervent smith of yore Beat out the glowing blade , Nor wielded in the front of war The weapons that he made , But in the tower at home still plied his ringing trade ; So ...
... knew their task at all , but were the tools of God . And as the fervent smith of yore Beat out the glowing blade , Nor wielded in the front of war The weapons that he made , But in the tower at home still plied his ringing trade ; So ...
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... knew , the while I doubted - knew His Hand was certain o'er me . Still - it might be self - delusion - scores of better men had died- I could reach the township living , but . . . He knows what terrors tore me . . . But I didn't ...
... knew , the while I doubted - knew His Hand was certain o'er me . Still - it might be self - delusion - scores of better men had died- I could reach the township living , but . . . He knows what terrors tore me . . . But I didn't ...
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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.