The Way of Poetry: An Anthology for Younger ReadersHoughton Mifflin, 1922 - 240 sider An anthology of poetry for young readers. |
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... merry cheer . " Piper , pipe that song again ; " So I piped : he wept to hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer : " So I sang the same again , While he wept with joy to hear . " Piper , sit thee down and ...
... merry cheer . " Piper , pipe that song again ; " So I piped : he wept to hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer : " So I sang the same again , While he wept with joy to hear . " Piper , sit thee down and ...
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... merry note ! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . When all aloud the wind doth blow , And coughing drowns the parson's saw , And birds sit brooding in the snow , - And Marian's nose looks red and raw ; When roasted crabs hiss in the ...
... merry note ! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . When all aloud the wind doth blow , And coughing drowns the parson's saw , And birds sit brooding in the snow , - And Marian's nose looks red and raw ; When roasted crabs hiss in the ...
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... merry heart and true ! King James's men shall understand What Cornish lads can do . And have they fixed the where and when ? And shall Trelawny die ? Here's twenty thousand Cornish men Will know the reason why ! Out spake their captain ...
... merry heart and true ! King James's men shall understand What Cornish lads can do . And have they fixed the where and when ? And shall Trelawny die ? Here's twenty thousand Cornish men Will know the reason why ! Out spake their captain ...
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... merry still ; Do their weekdays ' work , and pray Devoutly on the holy day : Skip and trip it on the green , And help to choose the Summer Queen : Lash out , at a country feast , Their silver penny with the best . Well can they judge of ...
... merry still ; Do their weekdays ' work , and pray Devoutly on the holy day : Skip and trip it on the green , And help to choose the Summer Queen : Lash out , at a country feast , Their silver penny with the best . Well can they judge of ...
Side 21
... . The village - church , among the trees , Where first our marriage - vows were given , With merry peals shall swell the breeze , And point with taper spire to heaven . SAMUEL ROGERS THE QUIET LIFE HAPPY the man whose wish and care. C.
... . The village - church , among the trees , Where first our marriage - vows were given , With merry peals shall swell the breeze , And point with taper spire to heaven . SAMUEL ROGERS THE QUIET LIFE HAPPY the man whose wish and care. C.
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ALFRED TENNYSON bells beneath Bill Brewer birds blue boughs bowers breast cold cries daffodils Dan'l Whiddon dance dark dear doth dream e'en earth eyes fair FEET IN ANCIENT fields flocks flowers friends gipsy golden grass grave gray green Greensleeves Harry Hawk hath head hear heart Heaven Heigho hill Jan Stewer JOHN keel row Lady Street live looks Lord Lord Randal maid merry mind moon morning never night o'er Old Uncle pale pass'd PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Peter Gurney pipe Piper pleasure poet poetry poor RALPH HODGSON rats Ring ROBERT HERRICK round rowley powley Samian wine says Anthony Rowley says Rowley shade shepherd shining sing sleep smile song sweet thee thine things Thou hast tree Uncle Tom Cobbleigh W. H. DAVIES wild WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood
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Side xix - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing. Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...
Side 150 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Side 86 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Side 189 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Side 103 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Side 20 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Side 195 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Side 109 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Side 23 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
Side 150 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.