The Way of Poetry: An Anthology for Younger ReadersAn anthology of poetry for young readers. |
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... TURNS , ROBERT SOUTHWELL 192 37 35 42 35 116 120 85 81 TIME , YOU OLD GIPSY MAN , RALPH HODGSON TO BED , TO BED , NURSERY RHYME TO DAFFODILS , ROBERT HERRICK TO HIS DEAR God , Robert HERRICK TO HIS LOVE , WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 41 6 185 ...
... TURNS , ROBERT SOUTHWELL 192 37 35 42 35 116 120 85 81 TIME , YOU OLD GIPSY MAN , RALPH HODGSON TO BED , TO BED , NURSERY RHYME TO DAFFODILS , ROBERT HERRICK TO HIS DEAR God , Robert HERRICK TO HIS LOVE , WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 41 6 185 ...
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... turn can make it very clearly in our own minds , and so get an especially large amount of that pleasure of which I have spoken . And it is just this that the poets can do for us , and that is why their poems can give us so much delight ...
... turn can make it very clearly in our own minds , and so get an especially large amount of that pleasure of which I have spoken . And it is just this that the poets can do for us , and that is why their poems can give us so much delight ...
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... for itself , will lazily turn away to remember what some one else has said about the same kind of thing , and since one mind can never repeat another mind's work perfectly , he will only manage a half - expression , a second XX ...
... for itself , will lazily turn away to remember what some one else has said about the same kind of thing , and since one mind can never repeat another mind's work perfectly , he will only manage a half - expression , a second XX ...
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... turn he makes so real for us in their sharply contrasted colours - " yellow , and black , and pale , and hectic red . " And then you will notice that he does more than this , which brings me to the other thing I want to tell you about ...
... turn he makes so real for us in their sharply contrasted colours - " yellow , and black , and pale , and hectic red . " And then you will notice that he does more than this , which brings me to the other thing I want to tell you about ...
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... turns . But Milton , who was blind for a long term of his life , making his greatest poems out of his meditation upon God's deal- ings with the world and men that he had created , seemed to move in a serene , almost untroubled mas- tery ...
... turns . But Milton , who was blind for a long term of his life , making his greatest poems out of his meditation upon God's deal- ings with the world and men that he had created , seemed to move in a serene , almost untroubled mas- tery ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON bells beneath Bill Brewer birds blue boughs bowers breast cold cries daffodils Dan'l Whiddon dance dark dear doth dream e'en earth eyes fair FEET IN ANCIENT fields flocks flowers friends gipsy golden grass grave gray green Greensleeves Harry Hawk hath head hear heart Heaven Heigho hill Jan Stewer JOHN keel row Lady Street live looks Lord Lord Randal maid merry mind moon morning never night o'er Old Uncle pale pass'd PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Peter Gurney pipe Piper pleasure poet poetry poor RALPH HODGSON rats Ring ROBERT HERRICK round rowley powley Samian wine says Anthony Rowley says Rowley shade shepherd shining sing sleep smile song sweet thee thine things Thou hast tree Uncle Tom Cobbleigh W. H. DAVIES wild WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood
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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.