The Way of Poetry: An Anthology for Younger ReadersHoughton Mifflin, 1922 - 240 sider An anthology of poetry for young readers. |
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Side xxiv
... you see the trees covering themselves with green , the flowers in bloom , the young animals in the fields , the sun shining on the corn , the frost making its icicles and putting lovely patterns on the window . And in xxiv INTRODUCTION.
... you see the trees covering themselves with green , the flowers in bloom , the young animals in the fields , the sun shining on the corn , the frost making its icicles and putting lovely patterns on the window . And in xxiv INTRODUCTION.
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... young , Nor her morning's lesson sung In the shady grove : But the nightingale in dark Singing woke the mounting lark : She records her love . Not the sun hath with his beams Gilded yet our crystal streams ; Rising from the sea , Mists ...
... young , Nor her morning's lesson sung In the shady grove : But the nightingale in dark Singing woke the mounting lark : She records her love . Not the sun hath with his beams Gilded yet our crystal streams ; Rising from the sea , Mists ...
Side 76
... young man ? " - " I hae been to the wild wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary wi ' hunting , and fain wald lie down . ' II 99 " Where gat ye your dinner , Lord Randal , my son ? Where gat ye your dinner , my handsome young ...
... young man ? " - " I hae been to the wild wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary wi ' hunting , and fain wald lie down . ' II 99 " Where gat ye your dinner , Lord Randal , my son ? Where gat ye your dinner , my handsome young ...
Side 77
... young man ! " - " O yes ! I am poison'd ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm sick at the heart , and I fain wald lie down . " ANONYMOUS THE ELIXIR TEACH me , my God and King , In all things thee to see , And what I do in anything , To ...
... young man ! " - " O yes ! I am poison'd ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm sick at the heart , and I fain wald lie down . " ANONYMOUS THE ELIXIR TEACH me , my God and King , In all things thee to see , And what I do in anything , To ...
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... young ; I yet was not seen ; I saw the world , and My thread is cut , and yet it is not spun ; And now I live , and now my life is done ! I sought my death , and found it in my womb ; I looked for life , and saw it was a shade ; I trod ...
... young ; I yet was not seen ; I saw the world , and My thread is cut , and yet it is not spun ; And now I live , and now my life is done ! I sought my death , and found it in my womb ; I looked for life , and saw it was a shade ; I trod ...
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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.