The senior poetical reader, for school and home use, with notes and biogr. notices of authors by P.R. JacksonP R Jackson 1882 |
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... grave . Destined , appointed , intended . TELL me not , in mournful numbers , * Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not ...
... grave . Destined , appointed , intended . TELL me not , in mournful numbers , * Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not ...
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... grave . 20 In the world's broad field of battle , In the bivouac * of life , Be not like dumb driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no future , howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ; Act , -act in the living ...
... grave . 20 In the world's broad field of battle , In the bivouac * of life , Be not like dumb driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no future , howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ; Act , -act in the living ...
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... Graves of a Household , The Voice of Spring , & c . She died at Dublin . THE bark * that held a prince went down , The sweeping waves rolled on ; And what was England's glorious crown To him that wept a son ? * 5 He lived , for life may ...
... Graves of a Household , The Voice of Spring , & c . She died at Dublin . THE bark * that held a prince went down , The sweeping waves rolled on ; And what was England's glorious crown To him that wept a son ? * 5 He lived , for life may ...
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P R Jackson. He , Henry I. , who died in 1135 . Graves which true love had bathed with tears Were left to Heaven's bright rain ; Fresh hopes were born for other years : * He never smiled again ! THE FIRE OF DRIFT - WOOD . Longfellow . WE ...
P R Jackson. He , Henry I. , who died in 1135 . Graves which true love had bathed with tears Were left to Heaven's bright rain ; Fresh hopes were born for other years : * He never smiled again ! THE FIRE OF DRIFT - WOOD . Longfellow . WE ...
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... graves . 20 Creeping where grim death has been , A rare old plant is the Ivy green . Whole ages have fled , and their works decay'd , And nations have scattered been ; But the stout old Ivy shall never fade From its hale * and hearty ...
... graves . 20 Creeping where grim death has been , A rare old plant is the Ivy green . Whole ages have fled , and their works decay'd , And nations have scattered been ; But the stout old Ivy shall never fade From its hale * and hearty ...
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Page 129 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend : and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Page 29 - So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 60 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Page 29 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 119 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...
Page 73 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 36 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, "Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen.
Page 115 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage And froze the genial current of the soul.
Page 59 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl...
Page 114 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.