The Girl's Book of Verse: A Treasury of Old and New PoemsFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1922 - 289 ページ |
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... , analyzing fine poems , teaching literary appreciation in classes , shoving the children through the doors by main force . And nowhere is it more imperative to keep our hands off ! The best we can do here as elsewhere , here xvii.
... , analyzing fine poems , teaching literary appreciation in classes , shoving the children through the doors by main force . And nowhere is it more imperative to keep our hands off ! The best we can do here as elsewhere , here xvii.
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... hands so that when the moment comes , when the mysterious sponta- neous impulse arises , the doors will swing open be- fore them . There are no better keys than the right sort of books if they are owned by the children , not merely ...
... hands so that when the moment comes , when the mysterious sponta- neous impulse arises , the doors will swing open be- fore them . There are no better keys than the right sort of books if they are owned by the children , not merely ...
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... hand that fired the shot , When in my arms burd Helen dropt , And died to succour me ! O think na but my heart was sair When my Love dropt down and spake nae mair ! I laid her down wi ' meikle care On fair Kirconnell lea . As I went ...
... hand that fired the shot , When in my arms burd Helen dropt , And died to succour me ! O think na but my heart was sair When my Love dropt down and spake nae mair ! I laid her down wi ' meikle care On fair Kirconnell lea . As I went ...
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... hands , A young child wrapped in swaddling bands , ( Now hush thee , my heavenly King . ) Joseph , come rede me this thing , she said , The hay that lies at my young son's head , Hath blossomed anew as it were not dead . ( I hear a Maid ...
... hands , A young child wrapped in swaddling bands , ( Now hush thee , my heavenly King . ) Joseph , come rede me this thing , she said , The hay that lies at my young son's head , Hath blossomed anew as it were not dead . ( I hear a Maid ...
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... hand Serenely in the sunshine as before , Without the sense of that which I forebore . . . Thy touch upon my palm . The widest land Doom takes to part us , leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double . What I do And what I ...
... hand Serenely in the sunshine as before , Without the sense of that which I forebore . . . Thy touch upon my palm . The widest land Doom takes to part us , leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double . What I do And what I ...
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bells beloved bends birds BLISS CARMAN blow boat breath breeze bright Camelot captain's gig cloud Cusha daffodils dance dark dear dream earth echoes EDMUND LEAMY Esbern Esbern Snare eyes fair Kirconnell lea fairy fear flowers golden green grey grows happy hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly HILDA CONKLING hills JOHN DRINKWATER JOHN MASEFIELD Kallunborg Kilmeny Kirconnell Lady of Shalott land laugh li'l baby light lilies listen lonely looked Lord loud lovely white soul LULLABY mist moon morning mother nest never night o'er once pale pipe Poems purple rain Red Gods call river ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON round sail SEVEN shadow ship shore skies sleep song sorrow sound Spring stars sweet thee thine things thou art thought tree uppe voice wake weary wild William Butler Yeats WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings yellow young
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42 ページ - The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
190 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. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire. O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed...
80 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.
17 ページ - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet...
187 ページ - We listened and looked sideways up ! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
17 ページ - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
9 ページ - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
25 ページ - Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. "Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read.
140 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.
16 ページ - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...