Collection of Poetry for School ReadingMacmillan Company, 1910 - 186 ページ |
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... Horatius The Destruction of Sennacherib . Battle of Waterloo Apostrophe to the Ocean The Chronicle of the Drum The Deserted Village . NOTES Collins PAGE 18 54 56 60 Read 61 Drayton 63 Poe 68 Poe 76 Tennyson 81 Tennyson 82 Tennyson 84 ...
... Horatius The Destruction of Sennacherib . Battle of Waterloo Apostrophe to the Ocean The Chronicle of the Drum The Deserted Village . NOTES Collins PAGE 18 54 56 60 Read 61 Drayton 63 Poe 68 Poe 76 Tennyson 81 Tennyson 82 Tennyson 84 ...
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... HORATIUS A LAY MADE ABOUT THE YEAR OF THE CITY CCCLX THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY LARS PORSENA of Clusium By the Nine Gods he swore That the great house of Tarquin Should suffer wrong no more . By the Nine Gods he swore it , And named a ...
... HORATIUS A LAY MADE ABOUT THE YEAR OF THE CITY CCCLX THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY LARS PORSENA of Clusium By the Nine Gods he swore That the great house of Tarquin Should suffer wrong no more . By the Nine Gods he swore it , And named a ...
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... Queen of the western waves , Where ride Massilia's ° triremes Heavy with fair - haired slaves ; From where sweet Clanis wanders Through corn and vines and flowers ; 30 35 From where Cortona lifts to heaven Her diadem of towers HORATIUS 121.
... Queen of the western waves , Where ride Massilia's ° triremes Heavy with fair - haired slaves ; From where sweet Clanis wanders Through corn and vines and flowers ; 30 35 From where Cortona lifts to heaven Her diadem of towers HORATIUS 121.
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... the struggling sheep ; And in the vats of Luna , This year , the must shall foam Round the white feet of laughing girls Whose sires have marched to Rome . 65 There be thirty chosen prophets , The wisest of the 122 HORATIUS.
... the struggling sheep ; And in the vats of Luna , This year , the must shall foam Round the white feet of laughing girls Whose sires have marched to Rome . 65 There be thirty chosen prophets , The wisest of the 122 HORATIUS.
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... : Before the gates of Sutrium Is met the great array . A proud man was Lars Porsena Upon the trysting day . For all the Etruscan armies Were ranged beneath his eye , 335 85 90 And many a banished Roman , And many a stout HORATIUS 123.
... : Before the gates of Sutrium Is met the great array . A proud man was Lars Porsena Upon the trysting day . For all the Etruscan armies Were ranged beneath his eye , 335 85 90 And many a banished Roman , And many a stout HORATIUS 123.
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK ALFRED TENNYSON Allen-a-Dale battle BATTLE OF NASEBY beat bells of Shandon bird blood bold born brave bugle chamber door Charles Kingsley Clusium cried dared death deep drum dying EDGAR ALLAN POE England English eyes fame famous victory father fight fleet forever fought FRANCIS HASTINGS DOYLE gallant galloped Gilpin glorious glory hand hath heard heart heaven Hervé Riel hill Horatius join the brimming King knells land Lars Porsena Lenore Light Brigade Lord loud MICHAEL DRAYTON morn never Nevermore night noble o'er Pilgrim Piper poems poet Quoth the Raven Ring river Lee roar rolling Rome round Shandon Sheridan ship shore shout Sir Richard smiling songs soul sound spake steed stood storm stormy tempests blow sweet swells tell thee THOMAS CAMPBELL thousand thunder TIGER WILLIAM tolling Twas wave wild wind ΙΟ
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76 ページ - I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, 25 Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, ' Lenore !
180 ページ - At all his jokes, for many a joke had he; Full well the busy whisper, circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned — Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
55 ページ - When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, 5 By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far, I had roam'd on a desolate track: 10 'Twas
105 ページ - twixt my knees on the ground, And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent. 60
178 ページ - Far other aims his heart had learned to prize— More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain; The long-remembered beggar was his guest,
88 ページ - Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O Love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, 15 And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. THE BROOK
155 ページ - Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 40
81 ページ - tell me — tell me, I implore!' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore.' 90 ' Prophet!'said I, ' thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant
180 ページ - The village all declared how much he knew; 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage — And e'en the story ran that he could gauge; In arguing too, the parson owned his skill,
144 ページ - The furious river struggled hard, And tossed his tawny mane, * And burst the curb, and bounded, Rejoicing to be free, And whirling down, in fierce career, 465 Battlement, and plank, and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind; Thrice thirty thousand foes before,