Poems by Grades: Containing Poems Selected for Each Grade of the School Course, Poems for Each Month, and Memory Gems, Band 2Scribner's, 1907 Poems by American and British poets arranged in sections for grades one through eight. Also includes sections of seasonal and patriotic poems. |
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... lips escaped a groan , Excelsior ! " Try not the Pass ! " the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead , The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied , Excelsior ! 16 EXCELSIOR " " " Oh , stay , " ...
... lips escaped a groan , Excelsior ! " Try not the Pass ! " the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead , The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied , Excelsior ! 16 EXCELSIOR " " " Oh , stay , " ...
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... dark with heavy rains ; The laborer looks up to see our shallop speed away . When shall the sandy bar be crossed ? When shall we find the bay ? Now are the clouds like fiery shrouds ; the sun superbl · large , Slow as an oak to ...
... dark with heavy rains ; The laborer looks up to see our shallop speed away . When shall the sandy bar be crossed ? When shall we find the bay ? Now are the clouds like fiery shrouds ; the sun superbl · large , Slow as an oak to ...
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... darkness Falls from the wings of Night , As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight . I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist , And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot ...
... darkness Falls from the wings of Night , As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight . I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist , And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot ...
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... dark The hills and waters o'er , When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore . Not as the conqueror comes , They , the true - hearted , came ; Not with the roll of the stirring drums , And the trumpet that ...
... dark The hills and waters o'er , When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore . Not as the conqueror comes , They , the true - hearted , came ; Not with the roll of the stirring drums , And the trumpet that ...
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... darkness that come there ; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play , When they are angry , roar like lions for their prey . " Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky ; Night and day thou art safe , our cottage is ...
... darkness that come there ; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play , When they are angry , roar like lions for their prey . " Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky ; Night and day thou art safe , our cottage is ...
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Alice ALICE CARY apple tree arms avenging sword unsheathe Baltic Sea banner battle beauty bells beneath blood blue breath bright Cæsar clouds danger thine dark dead Dear Fatherland doth dreams earth eyes fall fear Firm stand thy flag flowers forever glittering beat golden grass gray green gusset hand hath hear heaven hill ivy green JAMES RUSSELL Lowell JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER land light live LONGFELLOW look Lord MAX SCHNECKENBURGER MEMORY GEMS MINSTREL BOY moon morn mountain name of Old Neckan never night o'er Old Glory peace rain resolved On victory rest river pool rolling rose round SHAKESPEARE shining silence sings smile song sons to watch soul sound stand thy sons star-spangled banner stars sweet tears thee There's THOMAS HOOD thou art toil voice watch the Rhine wave weary wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind woods Work-work-work ye brave
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Seite 181 - 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.
Seite 221 - HEAR the sledges with the bells— Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Seite 174 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Seite 213 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Seite 186 - 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. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Seite 190 - To you, in David's town, this day " Is born of David's line " The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; " And this shall be the sign. " The heavenly Babe you there shall find " To human view displayed, " All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
Seite 310 - O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there: O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Seite 99 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Seite 279 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Seite 264 - While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!