Golden Number: A Book of Verse for YouthMrs. Kate Douglas (Smith) Wiggins, Nora Archibald Smith Doubleday, Page, 1916 - 686 páginas |
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... hill : Like a flock of rooks at a farmer's gun , Night's dreams and terrors , every one , Fled from the brains which are its prey , From the lamp's death to the morning ray . PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . Morning Now morning from her orient ...
... hill : Like a flock of rooks at a farmer's gun , Night's dreams and terrors , every one , Fled from the brains which are its prey , From the lamp's death to the morning ray . PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . Morning Now morning from her orient ...
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... hills , Renew their journey to the sea . Thou bring'st the hope of those calm skies , And that soft time of sunny showers , When the wide bloom , on earth that lies , Seems of a brighter world than ours . * WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . By ...
... hills , Renew their journey to the sea . Thou bring'st the hope of those calm skies , And that soft time of sunny showers , When the wide bloom , on earth that lies , Seems of a brighter world than ours . * WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . By ...
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... hills , and woods , in rich array , Welcome the coming of the longed - for May . THOMAS CAREW . Song to April * April , April , Laugh thy girlish laughter ; Then , the moment after , Weep thy girlish tears ! April , that mine ears Like ...
... hills , and woods , in rich array , Welcome the coming of the longed - for May . THOMAS CAREW . Song to April * April , April , Laugh thy girlish laughter ; Then , the moment after , Weep thy girlish tears ! April , that mine ears Like ...
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... Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing . Thus we salute thee with our early song , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . JOHN MILTON . Summer Then came jolly Summer , being dight In a thin silken cassock , colored green , That was ...
... Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing . Thus we salute thee with our early song , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . JOHN MILTON . Summer Then came jolly Summer , being dight In a thin silken cassock , colored green , That was ...
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... hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green , The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice , And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun ...
... hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green , The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice , And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun ...
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Termos e frases comuns
Banners are Waving bells bird blossoms blow blue bonnie breath bright Chanted Calendar clouds dark dear doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes fair fairy Fancy Songs flowers Garden of Girls Glenlogie gold golden grass Green Things Growing happy Hark hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONgfellow hill Inglenook JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON king lady Lady of Shalott land laugh leaves light look Lord LORD TENNYSON loud lullaby Mally's Merry Mood morn mountain never night o'er Old Glory PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain Reality Romance roar Romance and Reality round sail shining shore sing sleep snow Songs of Fancy soul sound Sports and Pastimes spring stars steed stream summer sweet thee thou voice wild WILLIAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods World and Old World Beautiful
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Página 210 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene, Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies, When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes He...
Página 98 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know,...
Página 603 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 160 - But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...
Página 161 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated mid-way on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora.
Página 540 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Página 95 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody : — Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 548 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Página 617 - custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. " The next, with dirges due in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 256 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.