The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry for the young'. Standard iii, v-vii |
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... summer haunts , and the cold and darkness of their last retreat , when I heard our employer bidding the workmen lay by their tools . I looked up , and saw the sun sinking behind the thick fir wood beside us , and the long dark shadows ...
... summer haunts , and the cold and darkness of their last retreat , when I heard our employer bidding the workmen lay by their tools . I looked up , and saw the sun sinking behind the thick fir wood beside us , and the long dark shadows ...
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... summer can awaken : -mornings which tempt us to cast the memory of winter , or the fear of its return , out of our thoughts . The air is mild and balmy , with now and then a cool gush by no means unpleasant , but on the contrary con ...
... summer can awaken : -mornings which tempt us to cast the memory of winter , or the fear of its return , out of our thoughts . The air is mild and balmy , with now and then a cool gush by no means unpleasant , but on the contrary con ...
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Griffith, Farran, Browne and co. summer glow . The world seems suddenly aroused to hope and enjoyment . The fields are assuming a vernal greenness― the buds are swelling in the hedges - the banks are displaying , amidst the brown remains ...
Griffith, Farran, Browne and co. summer glow . The world seems suddenly aroused to hope and enjoyment . The fields are assuming a vernal greenness― the buds are swelling in the hedges - the banks are displaying , amidst the brown remains ...
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... summer . These are mornings not to be neglected by the lover of nature , and if not neglected , then not forgotten ; for they will stir the springs of memory , and make us live over again times and seasons that we cannot , for the ...
... summer . These are mornings not to be neglected by the lover of nature , and if not neglected , then not forgotten ; for they will stir the springs of memory , and make us live over again times and seasons that we cannot , for the ...
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... summer air ; a sky almost cloudless ; and a fresh yet delicate verdure on the hedges and in the fields ; —an evening that seems made for a visit to my newly - discovered haunt , the mossy dell , one of the most beautiful spots in the ...
... summer air ; a sky almost cloudless ; and a fresh yet delicate verdure on the hedges and in the fields ; —an evening that seems made for a visit to my newly - discovered haunt , the mossy dell , one of the most beautiful spots in the ...
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22 ページ - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. "Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
15 ページ - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
226 ページ - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
282 ページ - A vast ocean, planted with innumerable islands, that were covered with fruits and flowers, and interwoven with a thousand little shining seas that ran among them. I could see persons dressed in glorious habits, with garlands upon their heads, passing among the trees, lying down by the sides of fountains, or resting on beds of flowers; and could hear a confused harmony of singing birds, falling waters, human voices, and musical instruments.
282 ページ - These are the mansions of good men after death, who, according to the degree and kinds of virtue in which they excelled, are distributed among these several islands, which abound with pleasures of different kinds and degrees suitable to the relishes and perfections of those who are settled in them; every island is a paradise accommodated to its respective inhabitants.
268 ページ - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight.
108 ページ - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue.
279 ページ - ... day in meditation and prayer. As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life ; and passing from one thought to another, Surely, said I, man is but a shadow, and life a dream.
283 ページ - The genius making me no answer, I turned about to address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating, but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing but the long hollow valley of Bagdat, with oxen, sheep, and camels grazing upon the sides of it.
267 ページ - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as the garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde...