One Hundred and One Famous Poems: With a Prose SupplementR. J. Cook, 1920 - 186 pages |
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... dead . He is just away ! With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand , He has wandered into an unknown land , And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be , since he lingers there . And you - oh , you , who the wildest yearn For ...
... dead . He is just away ! With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand , He has wandered into an unknown land , And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be , since he lingers there . And you - oh , you , who the wildest yearn For ...
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... Dead . Short days ago We lived , felt dawn , saw sunset glow , Loved and were loved , and now we lie In Flanders fields . Take up our quarrel with the foe ; To you from failing hands we throw The torch ; be yours to hold it high . If ye ...
... Dead . Short days ago We lived , felt dawn , saw sunset glow , Loved and were loved , and now we lie In Flanders fields . Take up our quarrel with the foe ; To you from failing hands we throw The torch ; be yours to hold it high . If ye ...
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... dead . O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills ; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths for you the shores a - crowding ; For you they call , the swaying mass ...
... dead . O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills ; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths for you the shores a - crowding ; For you they call , the swaying mass ...
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... dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings , Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : - Build thee more stately mansions , O my soul ,. Page Thirteen One ...
... dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings , Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : - Build thee more stately mansions , O my soul ,. Page Thirteen One ...
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... 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 wingéd seeds , where they lie cold and low ...
... 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 wingéd seeds , where they lie cold and low ...
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April 23 August 29 beauty bells beneath bird blessed blue Book Born April Born August Born December brave Christmas Copyright cuddle doon dark dead dear death Died April 23 Died July Died October doth dream dust earth EUGENE FIELD eyes fear February 27 feel feet flowers gray hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills of Habersham Horatius James Whitcomb Riley Jim Baxter Kate Keep a-goin Lars Porsena laugh light live look Lord March 24 moon moonlight never Nevermore night Nokomis o'er ocean Old Aunt Mary's OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES pain plants a tree Poems rendezvous with Death riding Riley rose round sail shore silence sing sleep smile song soul stars stood sweet thee thine things Thou shalt thought turned valleys of Hall wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind
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Page 7 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Page 87 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where, through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Page 41 - The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient Sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart.
Page 40 - 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 41 - For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard, All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard, For frantic boast and foolish word — Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord ! Amen.
Page 17 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Page 27 - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...
Page 9 - Come, read to me some poem. Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time.
Page 12 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Page 20 - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!