The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J. D. Morris, 1904 - English poetry |
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... shore , The light land - breeze flows outward with a sigh , And each to each seems chanting evermore A mournful memory of days gone by . " Here , where they lived , all holy thoughts revive , Of patient striving and of faith held fast ...
... shore , The light land - breeze flows outward with a sigh , And each to each seems chanting evermore A mournful memory of days gone by . " Here , where they lived , all holy thoughts revive , Of patient striving and of faith held fast ...
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... , We daren't go a hunting For fear of little men ; Wee folk , good folk , Trooping all together ; Green jacket , red cap , And white owl's feather ! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home , FAIRIES : ELVES : SPRITES . 19.
... , We daren't go a hunting For fear of little men ; Wee folk , good folk , Trooping all together ; Green jacket , red cap , And white owl's feather ! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home , FAIRIES : ELVES : SPRITES . 19.
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... shore Some make their home , - They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide - foam ; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain - lake , With frogs for their watch - dogs , All night awake . High on the hill - top The old King sits ; He is ...
... shore Some make their home , - They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide - foam ; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain - lake , With frogs for their watch - dogs , All night awake . High on the hill - top The old King sits ; He is ...
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... shore they seemed to be hung ; For there they were seen on their downward plain A thousand times and a thousand again ; In winding lake and placid firth , — Little peaceful heavens in the bosom of earth . Kilmeny sighed and seemed to ...
... shore they seemed to be hung ; For there they were seen on their downward plain A thousand times and a thousand again ; In winding lake and placid firth , — Little peaceful heavens in the bosom of earth . Kilmeny sighed and seemed to ...
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... shore - surge comes in ripples light , In murmurings faint and distant moans ; And ever afar in the silence deep Is heard the splash of the sturgeon's leap , And the bend of his graceful bow is seen , - A glittering arch of silver sheen ...
... shore - surge comes in ripples light , In murmurings faint and distant moans ; And ever afar in the silence deep Is heard the splash of the sturgeon's leap , And the bend of his graceful bow is seen , - A glittering arch of silver sheen ...
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beauty beneath bird blow breast breath breeze bright Camelot Cleon clouds cried dark dead dear death deep door doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER EDWIN MARKHAM eyes fair fairy fancy fear flower frae FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER gleam golden gray hair hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Jean François Millet JOHN KEATS JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Judas Iscariot Kilmeny Labor lady lady of Shalott land laugh light lips live looked Lord mind moon Moonlight Song murmured never Nevermore night o'er once passion PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE poet rest Rhocus river rose round shadows Shalott shore sigh silence sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul of Judas sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought toil Translation Ulalume voice wave weary wild wind wine wings
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Page 119 - 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. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Page 317 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Page 124 - See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
Page 129 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Page 121 - 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 mariners...
Page 399 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
Page 122 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 130 - Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Page 221 - There, on beds of violets blue And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, Filled her with thee, a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee...