Little Classics: Poems, narrativeRossiter Johnson J. R. Osgood, 1875 |
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... voice that bayed the whispering wind , And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade , And filled each pause the nightingale had made . But now the sounds of population fail , No cheerful ...
... voice that bayed the whispering wind , And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade , And filled each pause the nightingale had made . But now the sounds of population fail , No cheerful ...
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... voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side , Whether where equinoctial fervors glow , Or winter wraps the polar world in snow , Still let thy voice , prevailing over time , Redress 20 LITTLE CLASSICS .
... voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side , Whether where equinoctial fervors glow , Or winter wraps the polar world in snow , Still let thy voice , prevailing over time , Redress 20 LITTLE CLASSICS .
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Rossiter Johnson. Still let thy voice , prevailing over time , Redress the rigors of the inclement clime ; Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain ; Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain ; Teach him , that states of native ...
Rossiter Johnson. Still let thy voice , prevailing over time , Redress the rigors of the inclement clime ; Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain ; Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain ; Teach him , that states of native ...
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... voice , As soft as honey - dew ; " Quoth he , The man hath penance done , And penance more will do . ' ' VI . FIRST VOICE . " BUT tell me , tell me ! speak again , Thy soft response renewing , - What makes that ship drive on so fast ...
... voice , As soft as honey - dew ; " Quoth he , The man hath penance done , And penance more will do . ' ' VI . FIRST VOICE . " BUT tell me , tell me ! speak again , Thy soft response renewing , - What makes that ship drive on so fast ...
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Rossiter Johnson. SECOND VOICE . The air is cut away before , And closes from behind . 66 6 Fly , brother , fly ! more high , more high ! Or we shall be belated : For slow and slow that ship will go , When the Mariner's trance is abated ...
Rossiter Johnson. SECOND VOICE . The air is cut away before , And closes from behind . 66 6 Fly , brother , fly ! more high , more high ! Or we shall be belated : For slow and slow that ship will go , When the Mariner's trance is abated ...
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Agnes Astur beneath Bingen bird blest blood blood atones bowers brave breast breath bright brow cloud Clusium cold curse Cutty-sark dark dead dear deep door dream earth EUGENE ARAM Excalibur eyes fair fear fell fierce fled flew flowers frae gaze green grew hand hath heard heart heaven Horatius horrid hung Kilmeny King King Arthur lady land land of mist Lars Porsena light lonely looked loud Mariner moon morn mystery the spirit never Nevermore night o'er odor pale Peri place is haunted plain as whisper Porphyro pray Quoth Quoth the raven rolling cloud rose round sails Sensitive Plant shadow ship shone sigh silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft soul sound spake spirit daunted star stood sweet TAM O'SHANTER tears thee thine thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought voice wall Wedding-Guest weep wild wind wing
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Page 36 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 201 - Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate: " To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his gods...
Page 39 - ... his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. "He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. "The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk, 'Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Page 32 - I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye. And the dead were at my feet.
Page 129 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 25 - The sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariner's hollo ! And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Page 108 - Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Page 28 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, "A sail! a sail!" With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call: Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all.
Page 31 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand so brown.
Page 24 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.