The Children's First [-third] Book of Poetry, Book 3Emilie Kip Baker American Book Company, 1915 |
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Page 39
... living man should flatter me To sail upon the sea ! " " Oh , haud your tongue of weeping , " says he , " Let all your mourning be ; I'll show ye how the lilies grow On the banks of Italie . " " Oh , what hills are yon , yon pleasant ...
... living man should flatter me To sail upon the sea ! " " Oh , haud your tongue of weeping , " says he , " Let all your mourning be ; I'll show ye how the lilies grow On the banks of Italie . " " Oh , what hills are yon , yon pleasant ...
Page 63
... through him Shall England come to shame . Far Kentish hop - fields round him seemed , Like dreams , to come and go ; Bright leagues of cherry blossoms gleamed , One sheet of living snow ; The smoke , above his father's door , In gray 63.
... through him Shall England come to shame . Far Kentish hop - fields round him seemed , Like dreams , to come and go ; Bright leagues of cherry blossoms gleamed , One sheet of living snow ; The smoke , above his father's door , In gray 63.
Page 96
... living wall , a human wood ; A wall , - where every conscious stone Seemed to its kindred thousands grown ; A rampart all assaults to bear , Till time to dust their frames should wear : A wood , like that enchanted grove In which with ...
... living wall , a human wood ; A wall , - where every conscious stone Seemed to its kindred thousands grown ; A rampart all assaults to bear , Till time to dust their frames should wear : A wood , like that enchanted grove In which with ...
Page 97
... living , Tell : Such virtue had that patriot breathed , So to the soil his soul bequeathed , That wheresoe'er his arrows flew , Heroes in his own likeness grew , And warriors sprang from every sod , Which his awakening footstep trod ...
... living , Tell : Such virtue had that patriot breathed , So to the soil his soul bequeathed , That wheresoe'er his arrows flew , Heroes in his own likeness grew , And warriors sprang from every sod , Which his awakening footstep trod ...
Page 104
... Living , shall forfeit fair renown , And , doubly dying , shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung , Unwept , unhonored , and unsung . SIR WALTER SCOTT . A CANADIAN BOAT SONG FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime 104.
... Living , shall forfeit fair renown , And , doubly dying , shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung , Unwept , unhonored , and unsung . SIR WALTER SCOTT . A CANADIAN BOAT SONG FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime 104.
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Page 218 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe — Such boasting as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest wo forget — lest we forget!
Page 166 - 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?
Page 94 - Toll for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Page 148 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold, And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 116 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Page 168 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 172 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 185 - Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And...
Page 167 - Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side?' 166 There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering but not lost.
Page 19 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more ? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps