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... Browning , Robert : Prospice 146 · Scott , Sir Walter : Coronach 148 Browning , Robert : The Year's at the Spring 149 Shelley , Percy Bysshe : The Cloud 149 Hood , Thomas : The Bridge of Sighs 153 Browning , Robert : The Lost Leader 157 ...
... Browning , Robert : Prospice 146 · Scott , Sir Walter : Coronach 148 Browning , Robert : The Year's at the Spring 149 Shelley , Percy Bysshe : The Cloud 149 Hood , Thomas : The Bridge of Sighs 153 Browning , Robert : The Lost Leader 157 ...
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... Browning , Robert : My Last Duchess 199 Frost , Robert : The Tuft of Flowers 201 Gray , Thomas : Elegy Written in a Country Church- yard 205 . Robinson , Edwin Arlington : Mr. Flood's Party Fitzgerald , Edward : The Rubaiyát of Omar ...
... Browning , Robert : My Last Duchess 199 Frost , Robert : The Tuft of Flowers 201 Gray , Thomas : Elegy Written in a Country Church- yard 205 . Robinson , Edwin Arlington : Mr. Flood's Party Fitzgerald , Edward : The Rubaiyát of Omar ...
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... Browning , Elizabeth Barrett : How Do I Love Thee ? 283 Bridges , Robert : Who Builds a Ship Brooke , Rupert : The Soldier →→ 284 284 • Arnold , Matthew : Shakespeare Watson , Sir William : Written in Mr. Sidney Lee's Life of ...
... Browning , Elizabeth Barrett : How Do I Love Thee ? 283 Bridges , Robert : Who Builds a Ship Brooke , Rupert : The Soldier →→ 284 284 • Arnold , Matthew : Shakespeare Watson , Sir William : Written in Mr. Sidney Lee's Life of ...
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... Browning , Robert : Up at a Villa Down in the City Fletcher , John Gould : Broadway's Canyon Sandburg , Carl : Chicago Lindsay , Vachel : On the Building of Springfield Lowell , Amy : Texas 422 423 426 427 428 429 432 · 433 436 437 440 ...
... Browning , Robert : Up at a Villa Down in the City Fletcher , John Gould : Broadway's Canyon Sandburg , Carl : Chicago Lindsay , Vachel : On the Building of Springfield Lowell , Amy : Texas 422 423 426 427 428 429 432 · 433 436 437 440 ...
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... Browning, Robert. Up at a vilia–Down in the ci ) arvard night ter ty Page 388 889 392 393 394 395 395 396 398 401 402 403 404 406 409 410 412 412 413 414 416 417 418 420 422 426 427 428 429 432 Trees . . . . . . . . . Fletcher, John ...
... Browning, Robert. Up at a vilia–Down in the ci ) arvard night ter ty Page 388 889 392 393 394 395 395 396 398 401 402 403 404 406 409 410 412 412 413 414 416 417 418 420 422 426 427 428 429 432 Trees . . . . . . . . . Fletcher, John ...
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Alfred Noyes American poets Amy Lowell anapestic beauty blank verse breath Browning Burns contemporary couplet dactylic Danny Deever dark dead death Dobson doth dream earth Edgar Lee Masters Edwin Arlington Robinson Elegy English poetry eyes fair feet flowers following poem free verse glory Gray hath hear heart heaven heroic couplet hills Hymn iambic iambic pentameter John John Masefield Keats King Kipling lady land light verse lines living Longfellow look Lord lyric Maryland Masefield melody meter Milton never night o'er poet poetic popular ballad prose quatrain quote rhyme rhythm rime Ring Romance rose Shakespeare Shelley sing sleep song sonnet soul sound stanza stars sweet syllables Tennyson thee thine things thou thought trees trochaic vers de société voice Whitman wild William William Wordsworth wind words Wordsworth write written wrote
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Page 228 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 279 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Page 149 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 91 - 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.
Page 84 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 419 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another ! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant...
Page 70 - 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 48 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Page 325 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day, Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; 10 But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.
Page 105 - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; 101 She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair...