Common-school Literature, English and American: With Several Hundred Extracts to be MemorizedC. Sower Company, 1898 - 192 páginas Contains a short sketch about Eugene Field and his work (p. 123-124). |
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... and of some long nar rative and descriptive poems , but he is essentially a lyric poet , and as such is unexcelled . The Skylark , The Sensitive Plant , and The Cloud are embodiments of the very spirit of AGE OF SCOTT . 35.
... and of some long nar rative and descriptive poems , but he is essentially a lyric poet , and as such is unexcelled . The Skylark , The Sensitive Plant , and The Cloud are embodiments of the very spirit of AGE OF SCOTT . 35.
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... spirit of poesy , and shine with " the light that never was on sea or land . ” I. 3 . 6 . 13 . 21 . EXTRACT . Hail to thee , blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert , That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse ...
... spirit of poesy , and shine with " the light that never was on sea or land . ” I. 3 . 6 . 13 . 21 . EXTRACT . Hail to thee , blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert , That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse ...
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... spirit ; its subtlety of thought and daintiness of phrase , -are all shown in their highest perfection in the works of this great poet . He was born in 1810 , educated at Cambridge , and resided for many years at Aldworth , in Sussex ...
... spirit ; its subtlety of thought and daintiness of phrase , -are all shown in their highest perfection in the works of this great poet . He was born in 1810 , educated at Cambridge , and resided for many years at Aldworth , in Sussex ...
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... spirit of the time . His best stories are - The House of the Wolf , A Gentleman of France , Under the Red Robe , and The Red Cockade . A. T. QUILLER - COUCH , " Q " ( 1863 ) , of Cornwall , is a writer of ro- mantic fiction , the scene ...
... spirit of the time . His best stories are - The House of the Wolf , A Gentleman of France , Under the Red Robe , and The Red Cockade . A. T. QUILLER - COUCH , " Q " ( 1863 ) , of Cornwall , is a writer of ro- mantic fiction , the scene ...
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... Spirit that breathest through my lattice , thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day , Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow ; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play , Riding all day the wild blue waves till now ...
... Spirit that breathest through my lattice , thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day , Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow ; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play , Riding all day the wild blue waves till now ...
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Common-school Literature, English and American: With Several Hundred ... James Willis Westlake Visualização integral - 1876 |
Common-school Literature, English and American: With Several Hundred ... James Willis Westlake Visualização integral - 1898 |
Common-school Literature, English and American: With Several Hundred ... James Willis Westlake Visualização integral - 1898 |
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Página 76 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 85 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Página 84 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 150 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his 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 resist...
Página 22 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Página 158 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
Página 136 - If we work upon marble, it will perish ; if we work upon brass, time will efface it; if we rear temples, they will crumble into dust; but if we work upon immortal minds, if we imbue them with principles, with the just fear of God and love of our fellow-men, we engrave on those tablets something which will brighten to all eternity.
Página 13 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Página 166 - 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. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Página 40 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.