The School of Poetry: An Anthology Chosen for Young ReadersW. Collins Sons & Company, Limited, 1923 - 241 sider |
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An Anthology Chosen for Young Readers Alice Meynell. YC 14302 THE SCHOOL OF POETRY ALICE MEYNELL NIVERSITATIS SIGILLVM . CALIFO FIAT MDCCCLXVI EX LIBRIS 918 M614. Front Cover.
An Anthology Chosen for Young Readers Alice Meynell. YC 14302 THE SCHOOL OF POETRY ALICE MEYNELL NIVERSITATIS SIGILLVM . CALIFO FIAT MDCCCLXVI EX LIBRIS 918 M614. Front Cover.
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An Anthology Chosen for Young Readers Alice Meynell. The photogravure of Mrs. Meynell is made from a studio portrait taken shortly before her death by Sherril Schell , and reproduced by his very kind permission THE UNIV . OF VINNOLITVO ...
An Anthology Chosen for Young Readers Alice Meynell. The photogravure of Mrs. Meynell is made from a studio portrait taken shortly before her death by Sherril Schell , and reproduced by his very kind permission THE UNIV . OF VINNOLITVO ...
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An Anthology Chosen for Young Readers Alice Meynell. THE UNIV . OF VINNOLITVO SCHOOL OF POETRY AN ANTHOLOGY Chosen for Young Readers by ALICE MEYNELL LONDON : 48 PALL MALL W. COLLINS SONS & CO . LTD . GLASGOW MELBOURNE AUCKLAND Copyright ...
An Anthology Chosen for Young Readers Alice Meynell. THE UNIV . OF VINNOLITVO SCHOOL OF POETRY AN ANTHOLOGY Chosen for Young Readers by ALICE MEYNELL LONDON : 48 PALL MALL W. COLLINS SONS & CO . LTD . GLASGOW MELBOURNE AUCKLAND Copyright ...
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An Anthology Chosen for Young Readers Alice Meynell. The School of Poetry SIR PATRICK SPENS A story of shipwreck and misfortune in which the writer tells things as though he saw them , and reports conversation as though he heard it ...
An Anthology Chosen for Young Readers Alice Meynell. The School of Poetry SIR PATRICK SPENS A story of shipwreck and misfortune in which the writer tells things as though he saw them , and reports conversation as though he heard it ...
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beautiful beneath birds blow breath bright bugles blown child COUNTRY FAITH Crown Cusha dark dear death delight dost doth dust earth England English Excalibur eyes fair fairy fear flowers G. K. Chesterton glory gold golden green H. C. BEECHING hand happy Hark hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY VAUGHAN Hervé Riel HILAIRE BELLOC hill JOHN BANISTER TABB King King Arthur lamb light Lochinvar look Lord LORD TENNYSON merry Messrs mighty moon morn mother nest never night Noroway numbers o'er Oysters poem poet poetry RALPH HODGSON rose round sail shadow Sherwood shine ship silent sing Sir Bedivere Sir Patrick Spens sleep song soul spirit stars strange sweet sword tears TENNYSON thee thine things thou hast thought uppe Walrus waves weep wild WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wonderful word young
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Side 111 - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Side 142 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Side 38 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Side 81 - Tiger! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Side 116 - La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Side 101 - For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Side 130 - 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.
Side 104 - A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? THE ISLES OF GREECE And where are they?
Side 118 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing towards the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, in the country of the free.
Side 102 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.