Collection of Poetry for School ReadingMacmillan Company, 1910 - 186 ページ |
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... waves heaving high ; And white waves heaving high , my lads , The good ship tight and free — The world of waters is our home , And merry men are we . 5 ΙΟ 15 There's tempest in yon hornèd moon , And lightning in AT SEA ་ 7 Cunningham.
... waves heaving high ; And white waves heaving high , my lads , The good ship tight and free — The world of waters is our home , And merry men are we . 5 ΙΟ 15 There's tempest in yon hornèd moon , And lightning in AT SEA ་ 7 Cunningham.
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... waves that brought them o'er Still roll in the bay , and throw their spray , As they break along the shore ; Still roll in the bay , as they rolled that day , When the Mayflower moored below , When the sea around was black with storms ...
... waves that brought them o'er Still roll in the bay , and throw their spray , As they break along the shore ; Still roll in the bay , as they rolled that day , When the Mayflower moored below , When the sea around was black with storms ...
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And the rocks yet keep their watch by the deep , To stay its waves of pride . But the snow - white sail that he gave to the gale , When the heavens looked dark , is gone ; As an angel's wing , through an opening cloud , 15 Is seen , and ...
And the rocks yet keep their watch by the deep , To stay its waves of pride . But the snow - white sail that he gave to the gale , When the heavens looked dark , is gone ; As an angel's wing , through an opening cloud , 15 Is seen , and ...
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... waves of the bay , where the Mayflower lay , Shall foam and freeze no more . 40 WARREN'S ADDRESS AT THE BATTLE OF BUNKER HILL ° JOHN PIERPONT STAND ! the ground's your own , my braves ! Will ye give it up to slaves ? Will ye look for ...
... waves of the bay , where the Mayflower lay , Shall foam and freeze no more . 40 WARREN'S ADDRESS AT THE BATTLE OF BUNKER HILL ° JOHN PIERPONT STAND ! the ground's your own , my braves ! Will ye give it up to slaves ? Will ye look for ...
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... waves dashed high On a stern and rock - bound coast , And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er , When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New ...
... waves dashed high On a stern and rock - bound coast , And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er , When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New ...
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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,