The Treasure Book of Verse: Being a Reissue of Poetry for Home and SchoolG.P. Putnams's Sons, 1909 - 320 páginas |
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... voices of ocean roar , When the wind - god frowns in the murky skies , And demons are waiting the wreck on shore ; Then , far below , in the peaceful sea , The purple mullet and gold - fish rove Where the waters murmur tranquilly ...
... voices of ocean roar , When the wind - god frowns in the murky skies , And demons are waiting the wreck on shore ; Then , far below , in the peaceful sea , The purple mullet and gold - fish rove Where the waters murmur tranquilly ...
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... voices call . There shall we see the fierce white bear , The sleepy seals aground ; And the spouting whales that to and fro Sail with a dreary sound . There may we tread on depths of ice , That the hairy mammoth hide ; Perfect as when ...
... voices call . There shall we see the fierce white bear , The sleepy seals aground ; And the spouting whales that to and fro Sail with a dreary sound . There may we tread on depths of ice , That the hairy mammoth hide ; Perfect as when ...
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... voice was ever heard In spring - time from the cuckoo - bird , Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides . Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old , unhappy , far - off things ...
... voice was ever heard In spring - time from the cuckoo - bird , Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides . Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old , unhappy , far - off things ...
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... voice so loud and free , While I am sad , though I'm the king , Beside the river Dee . " The miller smiled and doffed his cap , " I earn my bread , " quoth he ; " I love my wife , I love my friend , I love my children three ; I owe no ...
... voice so loud and free , While I am sad , though I'm the king , Beside the river Dee . " The miller smiled and doffed his cap , " I earn my bread , " quoth he ; " I love my wife , I love my friend , I love my children three ; I owe no ...
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... voice I listen and yearn ; It is growing late and dark , And my boy does not return ! ” * 85 * Henry W. Longfellow . AFTER BLENHEIM . It was a summer evening , Old Kaspar's work was done And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the ...
... voice I listen and yearn ; It is growing late and dark , And my boy does not return ! ” * 85 * Henry W. Longfellow . AFTER BLENHEIM . It was a summer evening , Old Kaspar's work was done And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the ...
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Otras ediciones - Ver todas
The Treasure Book of Verse: Being a Reissue of Poetry for Home and School Anna Callender Brackett Vista de fragmentos - 1905 |
Términos y frases comunes
Abbot Alfred Tennyson beauty bells Belshazzar beneath birds bishop of Hereford blew blow bob-o'-link bold bower brave breath bright Camelot chee clouds cried dance dark dead dear deep delight dost doth dream Earl Percy earth Edmund Spenser eyes fair father fear flowers forever Gilpin grace green happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape Inchcape Rock Ivy green John John Barleycorn king Lady Moon Lady of Shalott land laugh light live look Lord loud Lycidas meadow merry morning mother mountain never night o'er Patrick Spence Queen quoth Ring river Robin Hood rock rose round sail Samian wine shepherd shore silent sing sleep smile snow soft soul sound Spink stars stood stormy stream tell thee thou art thought tree Twas unto voice waves wild William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind wings woods
Pasajes populares
Página 286 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 160 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 101 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 89 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Página 120 - FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the Summer's rain, Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Página 272 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Página 271 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Página 300 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Página 154 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Página 146 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold. And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And. with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,