School Poetry for Oral ExpressionEdwin Du Bois Shurter, Dwight Everett Watkins Noble and Noble, 1925 - 264 pages |
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... Come Singing The Squall An Angler's Wish The Chant of the Colorado Markham , Edwin Braley , Berton Salute to the Trees The Green Inn .Rebels Page 3 4678 13 15 .. .Birches The Joy of the Hills The Hills 23 .Highmount ** ô www www ...
... Come Singing The Squall An Angler's Wish The Chant of the Colorado Markham , Edwin Braley , Berton Salute to the Trees The Green Inn .Rebels Page 3 4678 13 15 .. .Birches The Joy of the Hills The Hills 23 .Highmount ** ô www www ...
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... Come out , come out where the red leaves fall , And asters flame by each stone wall ! Have done with cares that fetter and goad , Heed ye and harken ye one and all , And know the joys of the winding road ! " A veil of purple lies on the ...
... Come out , come out where the red leaves fall , And asters flame by each stone wall ! Have done with cares that fetter and goad , Heed ye and harken ye one and all , And know the joys of the winding road ! " A veil of purple lies on the ...
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... Come out , come out where the glad winds blow ! There's joy for all on the winding road ! Reprinted by permission of the author . The Path that Leads to Nowhere Corinne Roosevelt Robinson Corinne Roosevelt Robinson was born in New York ...
... Come out , come out where the glad winds blow ! There's joy for all on the winding road ! Reprinted by permission of the author . The Path that Leads to Nowhere Corinne Roosevelt Robinson Corinne Roosevelt Robinson was born in New York ...
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... COME singing the keen sweet smell of grass Cut after rain , And the cool ripple of drops that pass Over the grain , And the drenched light drifting across the plain . I come chanting the wild bloom of the fall , And the swallows ...
... COME singing the keen sweet smell of grass Cut after rain , And the cool ripple of drops that pass Over the grain , And the drenched light drifting across the plain . I come chanting the wild bloom of the fall , And the swallows ...
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... comes a clamor of leaves , Tugging at twigs , Pouring from the branches , And suddenly the birds are still . Thunder crumples the sky , Lightning tears it . And now the rain . The rain - thudding - implacable— The wind , revelling in ...
... comes a clamor of leaves , Tugging at twigs , Pouring from the branches , And suddenly the birds are still . Thunder crumples the sky , Lightning tears it . And now the rain . The rain - thudding - implacable— The wind , revelling in ...
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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.