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... seen , feel what they have felt , grasp what they have learned . If we do not do this , the selection is , for us at least , a failure . However much we know about a poem , its meter , its allusions , the meaning of its lines , the life ...
... seen , feel what they have felt , grasp what they have learned . If we do not do this , the selection is , for us at least , a failure . However much we know about a poem , its meter , its allusions , the meaning of its lines , the life ...
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... , " - Last of its timber , they couldn't sell ' em , Never an axe had seen their chips , And the wedges flew from between their lips , Their blunt ends frizzled like celery - tips ; Step The Wonderful " One - Hoss Shay " 43.
... , " - Last of its timber , they couldn't sell ' em , Never an axe had seen their chips , And the wedges flew from between their lips , Their blunt ends frizzled like celery - tips ; Step The Wonderful " One - Hoss Shay " 43.
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... seen , And the little Revenge ran on through the long sea - lane between . Thousands of their soldiers looked down from their decks and laughed , Thousands of their seamen made mock at the mad little craft Running on and on , till delay ...
... seen , And the little Revenge ran on through the long sea - lane between . Thousands of their soldiers looked down from their decks and laughed , Thousands of their seamen made mock at the mad little craft Running on and on , till delay ...
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... seen ; And Astur of the four - fold shield , Girt with the brand none else may wield , Tolumnius with the belt of gold , And dark Verbenna from the hold By reedy Thrasymene . XXIV Fast by the royal standard , O'erlooking all the ...
... seen ; And Astur of the four - fold shield , Girt with the brand none else may wield , Tolumnius with the belt of gold , And dark Verbenna from the hold By reedy Thrasymene . XXIV Fast by the royal standard , O'erlooking all the ...
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... seen among the foes , A yell that rent the firmament From all the town arose . On the house - tops was no woman But spat towards him and hissed , No child but screamed out curses , And shook its little fist . XXVI But the Consul's brow ...
... seen among the foes , A yell that rent the firmament From all the town arose . On the house - tops was no woman But spat towards him and hissed , No child but screamed out curses , And shook its little fist . XXVI But the Consul's brow ...
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Seite 214 - Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting — "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Seite 593 - 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 (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Seite 584 - MUCH have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his...
Seite 139 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!
Seite 650 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song; Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy...
Seite 213 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Seite 340 - 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 227 - And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty...
Seite 180 - In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. My grandmamma has said— Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago— That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer! And if I...
Seite 182 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...