Graded Poetry: First and second years, [third-eighth year]Katherine Devereux Blake, Georgia Alexander Maynard, Merrill, 1906 |
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... All . The Arsenal at Springfield " Thou too , Sail on , O Ship of State " The Bells The Chambered Nautilus Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 67 Edgar Allan Poe Oliver Wendell Holmes 2883 68 73 Ralph Waldo Emerson 63 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 65.
... All . The Arsenal at Springfield " Thou too , Sail on , O Ship of State " The Bells The Chambered Nautilus Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 67 Edgar Allan Poe Oliver Wendell Holmes 2883 68 73 Ralph Waldo Emerson 63 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 65.
Pagina 66
... O man , with such discordant noises , With such accursed instruments as these , Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices , And jarrest the celestial harmonies ? " THOU , TOO , SAIL ON , O SHIP 66 GRADED POETRY READER.
... O man , with such discordant noises , With such accursed instruments as these , Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices , And jarrest the celestial harmonies ? " THOU , TOO , SAIL ON , O SHIP 66 GRADED POETRY READER.
Pagina 67
... Sail On , O Ship of State " Thou , too , sail on , O ship of State ! Sail on , O UNION , strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears , With all the hopes of future years , Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! 20 We know what Master ...
... Sail On , O Ship of State " Thou , too , sail on , O ship of State ! Sail on , O UNION , strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears , With all the hopes of future years , Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! 20 We know what Master ...
Pagina 68
... sail , and rope , What anvils rang , what hammers beat , 5 In what a forge and what a heat , Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock , ' Tis of the wave and not the rock ; ' Tis but the flapping of the ...
... sail , and rope , What anvils rang , what hammers beat , 5 In what a forge and what a heat , Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock , ' Tis of the wave and not the rock ; ' Tis but the flapping of the ...
Pagina 83
... Sail on ! sail on ! sail on ! and on ! ' " 66 They sailed and sailed as winds might blow , Until at last the blanched mate said : " Why , now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead . These very winds forget their way ...
... Sail on ! sail on ! sail on ! and on ! ' " 66 They sailed and sailed as winds might blow , Until at last the blanched mate said : " Why , now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead . These very winds forget their way ...
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Graded Poetry: First and second years, [third-eighth year] Katherine Devereux Blake,Georgia Alexander Vizualizare completă - 1906 |
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Graded Poetry: First and second years, [third-eighth year] Katherine Devereux Blake,Georgia Alexander Vizualizare completă - 1906 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON AMERICA ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH auld lang syne battle of Flanders beautiful bells beneath best-known poems bird born in London born on Christmas bosom breast breath brimming river BURNS SCOTLAND captain Chambered Nautilus CHARLES MACKAY choir invisible Christmas Day College Concord Hymn dark dawn dead deep died doth earth educated ENGLAND Ensign Epps fears fire flow To join flower FOREST HYMN go on forever God's hear heart heaven join the brimming join the choir Kindly Light king Lead Thou lies the land lips live Lord MATTHEW ARNOLD MERRY GENTLEMEN name of Old night o'er Ocean Old Glory Ozymandias PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Philip poet pride rest ye roll rose Runic rhyme sail sang ship shores silent sings smile song soul sound spear stars sweet sword thee thine Thou art Thou dost thought trees Tubal Cain voice waves winds youth
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Pagina 63 - Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Pagina 77 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side ; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Pagina 57 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Pagina 81 - I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal" Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel; Since God is marching on.
Pagina 42 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Pagina 79 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship Is...
Pagina 41 - I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses ; • And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Pagina 37 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Pagina 9 - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
Pagina 13 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening