The Way of Poetry: An Anthology for Younger ReadersAn anthology of poetry for young readers. |
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Page xvii
... tell you that I saw the moon last night , you will at once make the moon in your mind . And if some one has himself seen a thing very clearly indeed , he will be able to tell us about it so well that we in our turn can make it very ...
... tell you that I saw the moon last night , you will at once make the moon in your mind . And if some one has himself seen a thing very clearly indeed , he will be able to tell us about it so well that we in our turn can make it very ...
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... tell us about it in words so well chosen , and arranged so beautifully for us to hear , that we cannot read them without finding all our best ability helping us in the delightful experience of seeing it all as clearly as Morris himself ...
... tell us about it in words so well chosen , and arranged so beautifully for us to hear , that we cannot read them without finding all our best ability helping us in the delightful experience of seeing it all as clearly as Morris himself ...
Page xxi
... tell you about the poet's way of work- ing . He says that the leaves are scattered by the wind- " Like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing . " This is what is called an image , and to use an image is one of the most powerful ways in which ...
... tell you about the poet's way of work- ing . He says that the leaves are scattered by the wind- " Like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing . " This is what is called an image , and to use an image is one of the most powerful ways in which ...
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... telling us that the thing of which he is actually writing is like that other thing of which he is not actually writing . And this using of an image to make the impression of what he sees even clearer than it would have been by direct ...
... telling us that the thing of which he is actually writing is like that other thing of which he is not actually writing . And this using of an image to make the impression of what he sees even clearer than it would have been by direct ...
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... tell , Not eating fast but well , Who wove the spell Which finds me every day , And makes each meal - time gay ; I know ' t was they . T. STURGE MOORE AUTUMN : A DIRGE THE warm sun is failing , the bleak wind is wailing , The bare ...
... tell , Not eating fast but well , Who wove the spell Which finds me every day , And makes each meal - time gay ; I know ' t was they . T. STURGE MOORE AUTUMN : A DIRGE THE warm sun is failing , the bleak wind is wailing , The bare ...
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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.