The Home Book of Verse for Young FolksH. Holt, 1915 - 538 pages |
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... Gray .. Alice Fell . The Skeleton in Armor . The Babes in the Wood . Robin Hood and Allen - a - Dale . Robert Louis Stevenson Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Thomas Buchanan Read ... John Greenleaf Whittier Robert Browning Robert Browning ...
... Gray .. Alice Fell . The Skeleton in Armor . The Babes in the Wood . Robin Hood and Allen - a - Dale . Robert Louis Stevenson Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Thomas Buchanan Read ... John Greenleaf Whittier Robert Browning Robert Browning ...
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... William Wordsworth .. 495 " Three Years She Grew " Annabel Lee . William Wordsworth . 495 Edgar Allan Poe . 497 Elegy Written in a Country Church- yard ... Thomas Gray .. 498 PAGE 502 505 506 506 507 508 511 523 533 TABLE OF CONTENTS xvii.
... William Wordsworth .. 495 " Three Years She Grew " Annabel Lee . William Wordsworth . 495 Edgar Allan Poe . 497 Elegy Written in a Country Church- yard ... Thomas Gray .. 498 PAGE 502 505 506 506 507 508 511 523 533 TABLE OF CONTENTS xvii.
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... gray mare ; Bumpety , bumpety , bump ! With his daughter behind him , so rosy and fair ; Lumpety , lumpety , lump ! A raven cried croak ! and they all tumbled down ; Bumpety , bumpety , bump ! The mare broke her knees , and the farmer ...
... gray mare ; Bumpety , bumpety , bump ! With his daughter behind him , so rosy and fair ; Lumpety , lumpety , lump ! A raven cried croak ! and they all tumbled down ; Bumpety , bumpety , bump ! The mare broke her knees , and the farmer ...
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... gray Set the traveler on his way ; But evening gray and morning red Bring the rain upon his head . Rainbow at night is the sailor's delight ; Rainbow at morning , sailors , take warning . If bees stay at home , Rain will soon come ; If ...
... gray Set the traveler on his way ; But evening gray and morning red Bring the rain upon his head . Rainbow at night is the sailor's delight ; Rainbow at morning , sailors , take warning . If bees stay at home , Rain will soon come ; If ...
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... gray eyes , black eyes , and brown , As shuts the rose , they softly close , When he goes through the town . From sunny beaches far away— Yes , in another land- He gathers up at break of day His store of shining sand . No tempests beat ...
... gray eyes , black eyes , and brown , As shuts the rose , they softly close , When he goes through the town . From sunny beaches far away— Yes , in another land- He gathers up at break of day His store of shining sand . No tempests beat ...
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Page 476 - 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 404 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Page 489 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair...
Page 388 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
Page 485 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Page 477 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Page 495 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Page 489 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness!* Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
Page 226 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 442 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.