The Way of Poetry: An Anthology for Younger ReadersHoughton Mifflin, 1922 - 240 páginas An anthology of poetry for young readers. |
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... hath not trotted home , Wi ' Bill Brewer , Jan Stewer , Peter Gurney , Peter Davy , Dan'l Whiddon , Harry Hawk , Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all . Chorus Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all . — IV So Tom Pearse he got up to the top o ' the ...
... hath not trotted home , Wi ' Bill Brewer , Jan Stewer , Peter Gurney , Peter Davy , Dan'l Whiddon , Harry Hawk , Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all . Chorus Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all . — IV So Tom Pearse he got up to the top o ' the ...
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... hath not been Gath'ring worms yet on the green , But attends her rest . Not a bird hath taught her young , Nor her morning's lesson sung In the shady grove : But the nightingale in dark Singing woke the mounting lark : She records her ...
... hath not been Gath'ring worms yet on the green , But attends her rest . Not a bird hath taught her young , Nor her morning's lesson sung In the shady grove : But the nightingale in dark Singing woke the mounting lark : She records her ...
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... hath run . See the dew - drops how they kiss . Every little flower that is , Hanging on their velvet heads , Like a rope of crystal beads : See the heavy clouds low falling , And bright Hesperus down calling The dead Night from under ...
... hath run . See the dew - drops how they kiss . Every little flower that is , Hanging on their velvet heads , Like a rope of crystal beads : See the heavy clouds low falling , And bright Hesperus down calling The dead Night from under ...
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... hill , Or as thou through the fields did stray , Saw'st thou my Daffodil ? She's in a frock of Lincoln green , Which colour likes her sight , 1 1 1 1 DAFFODIL And never hath her beauty seen , But through 60 THE WAY OF POETRY.
... hill , Or as thou through the fields did stray , Saw'st thou my Daffodil ? She's in a frock of Lincoln green , Which colour likes her sight , 1 1 1 1 DAFFODIL And never hath her beauty seen , But through 60 THE WAY OF POETRY.
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An Anthology for Younger Readers John Drinkwater. DAFFODIL And never hath her beauty seen , But through a veil of white ; Than roses richer to behold , That trim up lovers ' bowers , The pansy and the marigold , Though Phoebus ...
An Anthology for Younger Readers John Drinkwater. DAFFODIL And never hath her beauty seen , But through a veil of white ; Than roses richer to behold , That trim up lovers ' bowers , The pansy and the marigold , Though Phoebus ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON bells beneath Bill Brewer birds blue boughs bowers breast cold cries daffodils Dan'l Whiddon dance dark dear doth dream e'en earth eyes fair FEET IN ANCIENT fields flocks flowers friends gipsy golden grass grave gray green Greensleeves Harry Hawk hath head hear heart Heaven Heigho hill Jan Stewer JOHN keel row Lady Street live looks Lord Lord Randal maid merry mind moon morning never night o'er Old Uncle pale pass'd PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Peter Gurney pipe Piper pleasure poet poetry poor RALPH HODGSON rats Ring ROBERT HERRICK round rowley powley Samian wine says Anthony Rowley says Rowley shade shepherd shining sing sleep smile song sweet thee thine things Thou hast tree Uncle Tom Cobbleigh W. H. DAVIES wild WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood
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Página xix - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves 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 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...
Página 150 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Página 86 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Página 189 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Página 103 - 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.
Página 20 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Página 195 - 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!
Página 109 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Página 23 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
Página 150 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.