The Way of Poetry: An Anthology for Younger ReadersAn anthology of poetry for young readers. |
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... sound to the composer of music . So that if a poet uses his words well he needs no other help , while if he uses them badly nothing can be done to make his poem anything but worthless . Let us think what this means . Suppose a poet to ...
... sound to the composer of music . So that if a poet uses his words well he needs no other help , while if he uses them badly nothing can be done to make his poem anything but worthless . Let us think what this means . Suppose a poet to ...
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... Sound sleep by night ; study and ease Together mix'd ; sweet recreation ; And innocence , which most does please With meditation . Thus let me live , unseen , unknown ; Thus unlamented let me die ; Steal from the world , and not a stone ...
... Sound sleep by night ; study and ease Together mix'd ; sweet recreation ; And innocence , which most does please With meditation . Thus let me live , unseen , unknown ; Thus unlamented let me die ; Steal from the world , and not a stone ...
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... sound . PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PACK , CLOUDS , AWAY PACK , clouds , away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount lark aloft To give my Love good - morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes ...
... sound . PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PACK , CLOUDS , AWAY PACK , clouds , away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount lark aloft To give my Love good - morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes ...
Page 87
... birth alone is mute To sounds which echo farther west Than your sires ' " Islands of the Blest . " The mountains look on Marathon - And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone , I dream'd that. THE ISLES OF GREECE 87.
... birth alone is mute To sounds which echo farther west Than your sires ' " Islands of the Blest . " The mountains look on Marathon - And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone , I dream'd that. THE ISLES OF GREECE 87.
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... Sound like a distant torrent's fall , And answer , " Let one living head , But one arise , we come , we come ! " " T is but the living who are dumb . In vain in vain : strike other chords ; Fill high the cup with Samian wine ! Leave ...
... Sound like a distant torrent's fall , And answer , " Let one living head , But one arise , we come , we come ! " " T is but the living who are dumb . In vain in vain : strike other chords ; Fill high the cup with Samian wine ! Leave ...
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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.