The Way of Poetry: An Anthology for Younger ReadersAn anthology of poetry for young readers. |
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... comes into being . For instance , a man may take thousands of bricks , each of which is a separate thing that has already been made , and out of them make an entirely new thing , a house . And in building a house the man is happy for ...
... comes into being . For instance , a man may take thousands of bricks , each of which is a separate thing that has already been made , and out of them make an entirely new thing , a house . And in building a house the man is happy for ...
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... come fresh and vivid as the flowers that come to us with untiring wonder year by year . THE HISTORY OF ENGLISH POETRY I HAVE already talked to you a little of the nature of poetry and its meaning for us , of the " poet's methods , and ...
... come fresh and vivid as the flowers that come to us with untiring wonder year by year . THE HISTORY OF ENGLISH POETRY I HAVE already talked to you a little of the nature of poetry and its meaning for us , of the " poet's methods , and ...
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... comes frozen home in pail ; When blood is nipt , and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring owl Tuwhoo ! Tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! A merry note ! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . When all aloud the wind doth blow , And coughing ...
... comes frozen home in pail ; When blood is nipt , and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring owl Tuwhoo ! Tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! A merry note ! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . When all aloud the wind doth blow , And coughing ...
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... in the shops nothing For people to eat ; Nothing for sale in Stupidity Street . RALPH HODGSON BLACKBIRD He comes on chosen evenings , My blackbird bountiful , and sings Over the gardens of the town Just at the hour 10 THE WAY OF POETRY.
... in the shops nothing For people to eat ; Nothing for sale in Stupidity Street . RALPH HODGSON BLACKBIRD He comes on chosen evenings , My blackbird bountiful , and sings Over the gardens of the town Just at the hour 10 THE WAY OF POETRY.
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... Comes to his customary stack , And couches there his plumage black , And there he lifts his yellow bill Kindled against the sunset , till These suburbs are like Dymock woods Where music has her solitudes , And while he mocks the ...
... Comes to his customary stack , And couches there his plumage black , And there he lifts his yellow bill Kindled against the sunset , till These suburbs are like Dymock woods Where music has her solitudes , And while he mocks the ...
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Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 23 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
Page 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.