Junior High School Literature ...Scott, Foresman and Company, 1920 |
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... Poems by Rupert Brooke ; to Frederick A. Stokes Company for " The Highwayman " by Alfred Noyes ; to Alfred A. Knopf for " The Assault Heroic " from Fairies and Fusiliers by Robert Graves ; to George H. Doran Company for " Rouge Bouquet ...
... Poems by Rupert Brooke ; to Frederick A. Stokes Company for " The Highwayman " by Alfred Noyes ; to Alfred A. Knopf for " The Assault Heroic " from Fairies and Fusiliers by Robert Graves ; to George H. Doran Company for " Rouge Bouquet ...
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... bears to the main thought of the group . By these unique means the organization of the literature is emphasized and funda- mental ideals are kept dominant . This book supplies stories and poems in such generous quantity 3.
... bears to the main thought of the group . By these unique means the organization of the literature is emphasized and funda- mental ideals are kept dominant . This book supplies stories and poems in such generous quantity 3.
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... poems of the several groups , for they interpret and give greater significance to the units . A Review at the end of each group not only takes stock of the joy and benefit derived from the reading , but also shows how each story or poem ...
... poems of the several groups , for they interpret and give greater significance to the units . A Review at the end of each group not only takes stock of the joy and benefit derived from the reading , but also shows how each story or poem ...
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... poetic . " You don't speak of an April rain as a " vernal shower , " or call a wagon a " wain , " or a field of ripening ... poem as follows : To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms , she speaks A various ...
... poetic . " You don't speak of an April rain as a " vernal shower , " or call a wagon a " wain , " or a field of ripening ... poem as follows : To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms , she speaks A various ...
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... poem , Rupert Brooke , a young poet who gave up his life in the Great War , speaks of the sadness that comes upon him at the close of day . Love , he thinks , is done ; his life has lost its value ; he wishes he might die . These are ...
... poem , Rupert Brooke , a young poet who gave up his life in the Great War , speaks of the sadness that comes upon him at the close of day . Love , he thinks , is done ; his life has lost its value ; he wishes he might die . These are ...
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Acadian American bear bait beauty bells bird Bob Cratchit called Carbuncle Christmas Class readings Coaly-Bay Cratchit cried dark death Demetrius Discussion door dream earth Ernest Thompson Seton Evangeline eyes face fairy father fear feel fell Fezziwig fire flowers Ghost give Glossary the meaning hand hath head hear heard heart heaven herd Hermia Hippolyta horse Jacob Marley laughed Library reading light Lincoln lines lived look Lysander moon never night Nolan NOTES AND QUESTIONS o'er Oberon Philostrate play poem poet Pyramus QUESTIONS Biography Rip Van Winkle river Robin ROBIN GOODFELLOW Rupert Brooke scene Scrooge Scrooge's seemed silent song sound spirit stanza stood story sweet tell thee Theseus things thou thought Tiny Tim Titania told trees turned village voice wagon wild wonder words young
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Seite 50 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Seite 87 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 419 - If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise...
Seite 143 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Seite 145 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Seite 311 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Seite 166 - And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this...
Seite 165 - HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Seite 170 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Seite 130 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.