The School of Poetry: An Anthology Chosen for Young ReadersW. Collins Sons & Company, Limited, 1923 - 241 ページ |
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... Tree Shakespeare 21 22 22 Hark , hark , the lark ! Shakespeare Funeral Song Shakespeare Come unto these yellow sands Shakespeare 23 Jog on ! Shakespeare 24 Over hill , over dale Shakespeare 24 Titania Shakespeare 25 O sweet content ...
... Tree Shakespeare 21 22 22 Hark , hark , the lark ! Shakespeare Funeral Song Shakespeare Come unto these yellow sands Shakespeare 23 Jog on ! Shakespeare 24 Over hill , over dale Shakespeare 24 Titania Shakespeare 25 O sweet content ...
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... TREE Love of the country . Modern people speak often of their love of Nature , but the true love of country life- rough and smooth - is not modern . UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me , And tune his merry note Unto the ...
... TREE Love of the country . Modern people speak often of their love of Nature , but the true love of country life- rough and smooth - is not modern . UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me , And tune his merry note Unto the ...
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... And have sought , to give new birth , In baths to steep him ; But being so much too good for Earth Heaven vows to keep him . BEN JONSON . GROWTH It is not growing like a tree In bulk The School of Poetry 27 An Epitaph Ben Jonson.
... And have sought , to give new birth , In baths to steep him ; But being so much too good for Earth Heaven vows to keep him . BEN JONSON . GROWTH It is not growing like a tree In bulk The School of Poetry 27 An Epitaph Ben Jonson.
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... tree In bulk doth make man better be ; Or standing long an oak , three hundred year , To fall a log at last , dry , bald , and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May , Although it fall and die that night- It was the plant and ...
... tree In bulk doth make man better be ; Or standing long an oak , three hundred year , To fall a log at last , dry , bald , and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May , Although it fall and die that night- It was the plant and ...
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... tree does wear , Made of her pap and gum , Rich beads of amber here . Now reigns the rose , and now The Arabian dew besmears My uncontrolled brow And my retorted hairs . " Homer , this health to thee ! In sack of The School of Poetry 31 ...
... tree does wear , Made of her pap and gum , Rich beads of amber here . Now reigns the rose , and now The Arabian dew besmears My uncontrolled brow And my retorted hairs . " Homer , this health to thee ! In sack of The School of Poetry 31 ...
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beautiful beneath birds blow breath bright bugles blown child COUNTRY FAITH Crown Cusha dark dear death delight dost doth dust earth England English Excalibur eyes fair fairy fear flowers G. K. Chesterton glory gold golden green H. C. BEECHING hand happy Hark hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY VAUGHAN Hervé Riel HILAIRE BELLOC hill JOHN BANISTER TABB King King Arthur lamb light Lochinvar look Lord LORD TENNYSON merry Messrs mighty moon morn mother nest never night Noroway numbers o'er Oysters poem poet poetry RALPH HODGSON rose round sail shadow Sherwood shine ship silent sing Sir Bedivere Sir Patrick Spens sleep song soul spirit stars strange sweet sword tears TENNYSON thee thine things thou hast thought uppe Walrus waves weep wild WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wonderful word young
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111 ページ - TO A WATERFOWL 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? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
142 ページ - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
38 ページ - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
81 ページ - Tiger! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
116 ページ - La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
101 ページ - For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
130 ページ - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
104 ページ - A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? THE ISLES OF GREECE And where are they?
118 ページ - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing towards the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, in the country of the free.
102 ページ - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.