Graded Poetry: First and second years, [third-eighth year]Katherine Devereux Blake, Georgia Alexander Maynard, Merrill, 1906 |
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Abou Ben Adhem ARNOLD WINKELRIED battle beneath bloom Blue brave break breathed bright brow BROWNING ENGLAND burning cloud CULLEN BRYANT AMERICA dead deep deer DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB dost dragon fly earth feet flakes flowers forest galloped GEORGE GORDON NOEL gleaming glory grass grave Gray hand harp hast hath heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour Hurrah isles of Greece JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Joris judgment day land laugh liberty light lilies living wall look minstrel Minstrel Boy moon morning murmur night o'er plain rain RALPH WALDO EMERSON reed river river Dee Roland rose round Sheridan shine shore silent smile snow SONG OF MARION'S spring stars steed stood storm sweet sword thee There's thine thou thought Tiger tree unseen Waiting the judgment WALDO EMERSON AMERICA wall wave WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT Winchester wind wings wood
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Sivu 41 - 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. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Sivu 73 - 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...
Sivu 23 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Sivu 74 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Sivu 73 - We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Sivu 72 - for Aix is in sight !" "How they'll greet us !" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Sivu 9 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Sivu 23 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
Sivu 17 - And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snow-birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn, Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying,
Sivu 23 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.