The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J.D. Morris, 1904 - English poetry |
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... bring me a photograph of a beautiful elm - shaded street in an old New Eng- land town . It fills my eye instantly with a de- lightful scene . But by and by something in it begins to offend me , and I see that the telegraph pole is too ...
... bring me a photograph of a beautiful elm - shaded street in an old New Eng- land town . It fills my eye instantly with a de- lightful scene . But by and by something in it begins to offend me , and I see that the telegraph pole is too ...
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... brings it into conformity with certain ideals and aspira- tions which have occurred to him . These new ideals and aspirations have always made their first appearance in art and literature , before they were realized in actual life ...
... brings it into conformity with certain ideals and aspira- tions which have occurred to him . These new ideals and aspirations have always made their first appearance in art and literature , before they were realized in actual life ...
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... bring us definite reports of science , it appeals to our reason , our curiosity . But poetry has another motive as well ; it wishes to emphasize its subject , so that we can not only know it more clearly , but feel about it more deeply ...
... bring us definite reports of science , it appeals to our reason , our curiosity . But poetry has another motive as well ; it wishes to emphasize its subject , so that we can not only know it more clearly , but feel about it more deeply ...
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... brings a gift into whose perfection you need not inquire . But you are now not a mere child , and I trust you care to know something of what is happening in your mind as you enjoy this other - world of the poets . xxxiii . Training the ...
... brings a gift into whose perfection you need not inquire . But you are now not a mere child , and I trust you care to know something of what is happening in your mind as you enjoy this other - world of the poets . xxxiii . Training the ...
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... brings us so imme- diately into the presence of art and dis- tinction . Too easily we grow limp It gives art and ... bringing you to a fresh , distant , enchanted land . They sat- Bringing a far - away ro- mantic world . isfy your ...
... brings us so imme- diately into the presence of art and dis- tinction . Too easily we grow limp It gives art and ... bringing you to a fresh , distant , enchanted land . They sat- Bringing a far - away ro- mantic world . isfy your ...
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Page 182 - The time has come,' the Walrus said, ' To talk of many things: Of shoes - and ships - and sealing wax Of cabbages - and kings And why the sea is boiling hot And whether pigs have wings.
Page 382 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Page 96 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Page 85 - Knowledge never learned of schools, Of the wild bee's morning chase, Of the wild flower's time and place, Flight of fowl and habitude Of the tenants of the wood; How the tortoise bears his shell, How the woodchuck digs his cell, And the ground-mole sinks his well; How the robin feeds her young, How the oriole's nest is hung...
Page 356 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate...
Page 75 - And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay.
Page 74 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
Page 73 - Thus Nature spake — the work was done; — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.
Page 317 - O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, — How many make the hour full complete ; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year ; How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 267 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start...