Poems You Ought to KnowFleming H. Revell Company, 1903 - 233 pages |
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... Dead Ladies WALLER , EDMUND— 128 Go , Lovely Rose On a Girdle - WHITE , JOSEPH BLANCO- Night - WHITMAN , WALT- O Captain , My Captain Warble for Lilac Time WHITTIER , JOHN G.- Indian Summer The Waiting WILLARD , EMMA- Rocked in the ...
... Dead Ladies WALLER , EDMUND— 128 Go , Lovely Rose On a Girdle - WHITE , JOSEPH BLANCO- Night - WHITMAN , WALT- O Captain , My Captain Warble for Lilac Time WHITTIER , JOHN G.- Indian Summer The Waiting WILLARD , EMMA- Rocked in the ...
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... braggart moods of puffed self - consequence , Plow up our hideous thistles which do grow Faster than maize in May time , and strike dead The base infections our low greeds have bred . BREAK , BREAK , BREAK . BY ALFRED TENNYSON . 23.
... braggart moods of puffed self - consequence , Plow up our hideous thistles which do grow Faster than maize in May time , and strike dead The base infections our low greeds have bred . BREAK , BREAK , BREAK . BY ALFRED TENNYSON . 23.
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... that is still ! Break , break , break , At the foot of thy crags , O , sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me . EYOU THERE IS NO DEATH . BY J. L. MCCREERY . 24 TENNYSON, LORD- Break, Break, Break.
... that is still ! Break , break , break , At the foot of thy crags , O , sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me . EYOU THERE IS NO DEATH . BY J. L. MCCREERY . 24 TENNYSON, LORD- Break, Break, Break.
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... dead . " They are not dead ! they have but passed Beyond the mists that blind us here Into the new and larger life Of that serener sphere . They have but dropped their robe of clay To put their shining raiment on ; They have not ...
... dead . " They are not dead ! they have but passed Beyond the mists that blind us here Into the new and larger life Of that serener sphere . They have but dropped their robe of clay To put their shining raiment on ; They have not ...
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... us , and our hearts Grow comforted and calm . And ever near us , though unseen , The dear , immortal spirits tread ; For all the boundless universe Is life there are no dead . YUNG Edward Rowland Sill was born at Windsor , Conn . 27.
... us , and our hearts Grow comforted and calm . And ever near us , though unseen , The dear , immortal spirits tread ; For all the boundless universe Is life there are no dead . YUNG Edward Rowland Sill was born at Windsor , Conn . 27.
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ALFRED TENNYSON angel Annabel Lee BALLAD beauty bells bird blest Bonny Dundee born breast breath bright brow burning dark dear death deep died doth Douglas dreams dying earth EDMUND WALLER England eyes fair father flowers Flynn forever FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON glory gold hand hath hear heart heaven hold in fee JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL John King lady lamb land Lay him low leaves light lips lived London look Lord MACDONALD CLARKE man's son inherit Mary morn never night o'er Ohone old oaken bucket pale PIERRE RONSARD poems poet River Lee rocks rose Samian wine shining shore sigh sings sleep smile snow soft song soul spirit star spangled banner stars stream summer sweet tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD thought tread verse voice wave weary weep Widow Malone wind wings wrote YOUNG
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Page 151 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Page 131 - 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. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate...
Page 162 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 176 - Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?...
Page 224 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them ? To die to sleep No more and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep...
Page 57 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 225 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 98 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 141 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Page 201 - 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.