The World's Best Poetry: National spirit; [introductory essay] The study of poetry, by F.H. StoddardJ.D. Morris, 1904 - English poetry |
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... Light Bri- gade . " Let him read mainly for the senses rather than for the mind , getting the reward in the quickening of life through the throbbing rhythms ; then the metrical system of poetry will become as real to him as the rhythmic ...
... Light Bri- gade . " Let him read mainly for the senses rather than for the mind , getting the reward in the quickening of life through the throbbing rhythms ; then the metrical system of poetry will become as real to him as the rhythmic ...
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... light is thrown on the character of his love by his outbursts against Amy ? Would it be fair to judge of Amy and her husband by what he says of them in his first anguish ? Does he ever admit that he judged them harshly ? If so , do you ...
... light is thrown on the character of his love by his outbursts against Amy ? Would it be fair to judge of Amy and her husband by what he says of them in his first anguish ? Does he ever admit that he judged them harshly ? If so , do you ...
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... always that it may at its best come to us as an 66 Angel of light Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night . " Francis Horey Stoel dard . TABLE OF CONTENTS . ! INTRODUCTORY ESSAY : " THE xxiv THE STUDY OF POETRY .
... always that it may at its best come to us as an 66 Angel of light Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night . " Francis Horey Stoel dard . TABLE OF CONTENTS . ! INTRODUCTORY ESSAY : " THE xxiv THE STUDY OF POETRY .
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... in remembering always that it may at its best come to us as an 66 Angel of light Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night . " Francis Hoven Stoel dond . á ! TABLE OF CONTENTS . INTRODUCTORY ESSAY : “ xxiv THE STUDY OF POETRY .
... in remembering always that it may at its best come to us as an 66 Angel of light Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night . " Francis Hoven Stoel dond . á ! TABLE OF CONTENTS . INTRODUCTORY ESSAY : “ xxiv THE STUDY OF POETRY .
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... light , And milder moons imparadise the night ; A land of beauty , virtue , valor , truth , Time - tutored age , and love - exalted youth : The wandering mariner , whose eye explores The wealthiest isles , the most enchanting shores ...
... light , And milder moons imparadise the night ; A land of beauty , virtue , valor , truth , Time - tutored age , and love - exalted youth : The wandering mariner , whose eye explores The wealthiest isles , the most enchanting shores ...
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Page 30 - For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard. All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard; For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord. "Amen.
Page 444 - Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again, — The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Page 151 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave...
Page 290 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Page 221 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 168 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on.
Page 148 - 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.
Page 285 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war ; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star ; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — " The foe ! they come, they come ! " And wild and high the
Page 280 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Page 291 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.