School Poetry for Oral ExpressionEdwin Du Bois Shurter, Dwight Everett Watkins Noble and Noble, 1925 - 264 pages |
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... Company . An Angler's Wish Henry Van Dyke Henry Van Dyke was born at Germantown , Pennsylvania , in 1852. Until recently he was active as Professor of English at Princeton University . In his lifetime he has attained success in many ...
... Company . An Angler's Wish Henry Van Dyke Henry Van Dyke was born at Germantown , Pennsylvania , in 1852. Until recently he was active as Professor of English at Princeton University . In his lifetime he has attained success in many ...
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... Company . Copyrighted by The Mac- millan Company . The Sea Gypsy Richard Hovey Richard Hovey was born at Normal , Illinois , May 4 , 1864. He was on the stage for a number of years and has written many poems and dramas . He died Feb. 26 ...
... Company . Copyrighted by The Mac- millan Company . The Sea Gypsy Richard Hovey Richard Hovey was born at Normal , Illinois , May 4 , 1864. He was on the stage for a number of years and has written many poems and dramas . He died Feb. 26 ...
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... company , The crowded tavern's din , Where all day long with oath and song Sit they who entrance win , So come I out from noise and rout To rest 18 School Poetry for Oral Expression ESPECIALLY Faulks, Theodosia Garrison Untermeyer ...
... company , The crowded tavern's din , Where all day long with oath and song Sit they who entrance win , So come I out from noise and rout To rest 18 School Poetry for Oral Expression ESPECIALLY Faulks, Theodosia Garrison Untermeyer ...
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... Company . Birches Robert Frost Robert Frost was born in San Francisco in 1875 , but was brought up in New England . Most of his poetry deals with life in the North Atlantic States . He is now professor of English in the University of ...
... Company . Birches Robert Frost Robert Frost was born in San Francisco in 1875 , but was brought up in New England . Most of his poetry deals with life in the North Atlantic States . He is now professor of English in the University of ...
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... Company . The Joy of the Hills Edwin Markham For biographical note concerning the author , see " The Man with the Hoe , " page 103 . There is joy and expansion in this poem . Deliver it with sweep and abandon . Because the scene changes ...
... Company . The Joy of the Hills Edwin Markham For biographical note concerning the author , see " The Man with the Hoe , " page 103 . There is joy and expansion in this poem . Deliver it with sweep and abandon . Because the scene changes ...
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Page 170 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Page 190 - 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!
Page 177 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 188 - 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...
Page 169 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 103 - Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world.
Page 217 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port" is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring. But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Page 240 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Page 224 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image.
Page 171 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.