Poems of Action: A Collection of Verse for YouthDavid Richard Porter Association Press, 1911 - 259 Seiten |
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... Voice after voice caught up the song , Until its tender passion Rose like an anthem rich and strong— Their battle eve confession . Dear girl ! her name he dared not speak ; But as the song grew louder , Something upon the soldier's ...
... Voice after voice caught up the song , Until its tender passion Rose like an anthem rich and strong— Their battle eve confession . Dear girl ! her name he dared not speak ; But as the song grew louder , Something upon the soldier's ...
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... and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean , know Thy voice , and suddenly grow grey with fear And tremble and despoil themselves : Oh hear ! IV If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear OPEN COUNTRY 23.
... and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean , know Thy voice , and suddenly grow grey with fear And tremble and despoil themselves : Oh hear ! IV If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear OPEN COUNTRY 23.
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... voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks : ' Play up ! play up ! and play the game ! ' This is the word that year by year , While in her place the School is set , Every one of her sons must hear , And none that hears it dare forget . This ...
... voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks : ' Play up ! play up ! and play the game ! ' This is the word that year by year , While in her place the School is set , Every one of her sons must hear , And none that hears it dare forget . This ...
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... ' Twas a wild night , and after church was done , The dear old voices had been battling hard , Near drowned in storm and sea , and had gone forth Out of the roar and whirl , and on the 34 POEMS OF ACTION Austin Dobson THE BELLOWS-BOY.
... ' Twas a wild night , and after church was done , The dear old voices had been battling hard , Near drowned in storm and sea , and had gone forth Out of the roar and whirl , and on the 34 POEMS OF ACTION Austin Dobson THE BELLOWS-BOY.
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... voice answered ' Here ! ' Hiram Kerr ! ' - but no man replied . 6 They were brothers , these two ; the sad wind sighed , And a shudder crept through the cornfield near . ' Ephraim Deane ! ' —then a soldier spoke : ' Deane carried our ...
... voice answered ' Here ! ' Hiram Kerr ! ' - but no man replied . 6 They were brothers , these two ; the sad wind sighed , And a shudder crept through the cornfield near . ' Ephraim Deane ! ' —then a soldier spoke : ' Deane carried our ...
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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.