The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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... growing minds . It is no wonder , then , that a taste for poetry in literature is often undeveloped . Some people read a great deal of poetry , with constant zest and unfailing advantage ; others , though they may be " great readers ...
... growing minds . It is no wonder , then , that a taste for poetry in literature is often undeveloped . Some people read a great deal of poetry , with constant zest and unfailing advantage ; others , though they may be " great readers ...
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... grown rusty from disuse . Poetry is not for the few , but for the many , for all . The world's greatest poems , with few excep- tions , have been poems whose meaning has been perfectly clear and whose language has been simple , -poems ...
... grown rusty from disuse . Poetry is not for the few , but for the many , for all . The world's greatest poems , with few excep- tions , have been poems whose meaning has been perfectly clear and whose language has been simple , -poems ...
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... grown in blood . " After a painting by Édouard Détaille , in the Musée de Luxembourg , Paris , JOHN KEATS From an engraving . PAGE 324 329 THE STUDIOUS MONK " He that many bokes redys , Cunnyinge shall he be . " From photograph by the ...
... grown in blood . " After a painting by Édouard Détaille , in the Musée de Luxembourg , Paris , JOHN KEATS From an engraving . PAGE 324 329 THE STUDIOUS MONK " He that many bokes redys , Cunnyinge shall he be . " From photograph by the ...
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... grow . The beauty to perceive of earthly things , The mounting soul must heavenward prune her wings . HARTLEY COLERIDGE . FANCY . EVER let the Fancy roam , Pleasure never is at home : At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth , Like to bubbles ...
... grow . The beauty to perceive of earthly things , The mounting soul must heavenward prune her wings . HARTLEY COLERIDGE . FANCY . EVER let the Fancy roam , Pleasure never is at home : At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth , Like to bubbles ...
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... daisy and the marigold ; White - plumed lilies , and the first Hedge - grown primrose that hath burst ; Shaded hyacinth , alway Sapphire queen of the mid - May ; And every leaf , and every flower Pearlèd with the 10 POEMS OF FANCY .
... daisy and the marigold ; White - plumed lilies , and the first Hedge - grown primrose that hath burst ; Shaded hyacinth , alway Sapphire queen of the mid - May ; And every leaf , and every flower Pearlèd with the 10 POEMS OF FANCY .
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beauty beneath bird blow breast breath breeze bright Camelot Cleon clouds cried dark dead dear death deep door doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER EDWIN MARKHAM eyes fair fairy fancy fear flower frae FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER gleam golden gray hair hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Jean François Millet JOHN KEATS JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Judas Iscariot Kilmeny Labor lady lady of Shalott land laugh light lips live looked Lord mind moon Moonlight Song murmured never Nevermore night o'er once passion PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE poet rest Rhocus river rose round shadows Shalott shore sigh silence sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul of Judas sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought toil Translation Ulalume voice wave weary wild wind wine wings
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Стр. 317 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
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Стр. 399 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
Стр. 122 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Стр. 130 - Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Стр. 221 - There, on beds of violets blue And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, Filled her with thee, a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee...