Poems of Action: A Collection of Verse for YouthDavid Richard Porter Association Press, 1911 - Всего страниц: 259 |
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... souls And numb the elastic powers . Till having used our nerves with bliss and teen , And tired upon a thousand schemes our wit , To the just - pausing Genius we remit Our worn - out life , and are - what we have been . Thou hast not ...
... souls And numb the elastic powers . Till having used our nerves with bliss and teen , And tired upon a thousand schemes our wit , To the just - pausing Genius we remit Our worn - out life , and are - what we have been . Thou hast not ...
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... soul pursued , From the white , inviolate solitude . CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS BLOW , BLOW , THOU WINTER WIND BLOW , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not ...
... soul pursued , From the white , inviolate solitude . CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS BLOW , BLOW , THOU WINTER WIND BLOW , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not ...
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... souls might be . Our guerdon is the passion of that strife ! ARLO BATES THE CARVER AND THE CALIPH ( WE lay our story in the East . Because ' tis Eastern ? -nor the least We place it there because we fear To bring its parable too near ...
... souls might be . Our guerdon is the passion of that strife ! ARLO BATES THE CARVER AND THE CALIPH ( WE lay our story in the East . Because ' tis Eastern ? -nor the least We place it there because we fear To bring its parable too near ...
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... soul of sweetness , The stunted growth to rear to fair completeness , Drown sneers in smiles , fill hatred with a kiss , And to the sandy waste bequeath the fame That the grass grew behind us where we came . J. S. BLACKIE LITTLE GRIFFEN ...
... soul of sweetness , The stunted growth to rear to fair completeness , Drown sneers in smiles , fill hatred with a kiss , And to the sandy waste bequeath the fame That the grass grew behind us where we came . J. S. BLACKIE LITTLE GRIFFEN ...
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... tender legend that trembles here , I'd give the best , on his bended knee , The whitest soul of my chivalry , For little Griffen of Tennessee ! FRANCIS O. TICKNOR LINCOLN , THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE WHEN the Norn SONGS OF SERVICE 55 F O ...
... tender legend that trembles here , I'd give the best , on his bended knee , The whitest soul of my chivalry , For little Griffen of Tennessee ! FRANCIS O. TICKNOR LINCOLN , THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE WHEN the Norn SONGS OF SERVICE 55 F O ...
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ALFRED NOYES auld lang syne BALLAD battle bells blow boy-my boy boys come home brave breast bugles blown Colonel's dare dark dawn dead dear death Drake dream drum earth EDWARD ROWLAND SILL England eyes F. W. H. MYERS face fear fight fire gay beat gleam gray hand hear heard heart hills How's my boy-my Inchcape Rock Kamal King laugh Lay him low light Lochinvar long thoughts Lord Randal Low-lands low mare mother never night o'er pibroch pipes play poem poison'd remember ride roar ROBERT BROWNING ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Robin Hood sail sailor ship shore sings Sir Richard sleep smile soldier song soul sound Spain stand stars stood sweet sword thee There's thou thoughts of youth thro town trees Twas voice waves whistle a bit wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind young Lochinvar youth are long
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Стр. 15 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Стр. 232 - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Стр. 214 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Стр. 225 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Стр. 16 - There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Стр. 138 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! T remember.
Стр. 38 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Стр. 90 - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Стр. 112 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Стр. 139 - AULD LANG SYNE. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o kindness yet, For auld lang syne.