Poems of Action: A Collection of Verse for YouthDavid Richard Porter Association Press, 1911 - 259 Seiten |
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... summer and winter camps where so many thousand American youth are flocking and to listen once more to these stirring songs . D. R. P. NOVEMBER , 1911 Acknowledgments . THE compiler desires to tender his thanks to PREFACE ix.
... summer and winter camps where so many thousand American youth are flocking and to listen once more to these stirring songs . D. R. P. NOVEMBER , 1911 Acknowledgments . THE compiler desires to tender his thanks to PREFACE ix.
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... SONG OF THE CAMP . Bayard Taylor A CAMP Robert Louis Stevenson HIE AWAY Sir Walter Scott THE ANGLER'S SONG Anonymous AN ANGLER'S WISH Henry van Dyke A SONG OF THE ROAD Robert Louis Stevenson A VAGABOND Song Bliss Carman BY THE BIVOUAC'S ...
... SONG OF THE CAMP . Bayard Taylor A CAMP Robert Louis Stevenson HIE AWAY Sir Walter Scott THE ANGLER'S SONG Anonymous AN ANGLER'S WISH Henry van Dyke A SONG OF THE ROAD Robert Louis Stevenson A VAGABOND Song Bliss Carman BY THE BIVOUAC'S ...
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... SONG MY PADDLE SINGS E. Pauline Johnson THE SQUAW's Lament John E. Logan • • • • A BALLAD OF TREES AND THE MASTER Sidney Lanier REQUIEM Robert Louis Stevenson Songs of Service SOUND , SOUND THE CLARION Sir Walter Scott VITAÏ LAMPADA ...
... SONG MY PADDLE SINGS E. Pauline Johnson THE SQUAW's Lament John E. Logan • • • • A BALLAD OF TREES AND THE MASTER Sidney Lanier REQUIEM Robert Louis Stevenson Songs of Service SOUND , SOUND THE CLARION Sir Walter Scott VITAÏ LAMPADA ...
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... SONG . Sir Walter Scott PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU Sir Walter Scott THE TROOP OF THE GUARD Hermann Hagedorn THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB 888 88 888 89 90 91 93 96 988 97 98 100 102 Lord Byron HAWKE . Henry Newbolt THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS ...
... SONG . Sir Walter Scott PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU Sir Walter Scott THE TROOP OF THE GUARD Hermann Hagedorn THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB 888 88 888 89 90 91 93 96 988 97 98 100 102 Lord Byron HAWKE . Henry Newbolt THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS ...
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... SONG James Hogg JOYS OF BOYHOOD John Greenleaf Whittier LIFE'S MEASURE Ben Jonson SIR GALAHAD · Lord Tennyson PAGE 113 115 115 116 117 117 118 119 119 120 121 125 126 • • 128 129 · 131 132 PAGE YOUTH AND DUTY THE WILD RIDE 134 Ralph ...
... SONG James Hogg JOYS OF BOYHOOD John Greenleaf Whittier LIFE'S MEASURE Ben Jonson SIR GALAHAD · Lord Tennyson PAGE 113 115 115 116 117 117 118 119 119 120 121 125 126 • • 128 129 · 131 132 PAGE YOUTH AND DUTY THE WILD RIDE 134 Ralph ...
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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.