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... POET'S VISION . John Keats 62 THE LOON . Henry D. Thoreau 63 A DREAM OF THE SOUTH WIND . Paul Hamilton Hayne 66 THE SNOW IMAGE - I . Nathaniel Hawthorne . 68 THE SNOW IMAGE - II . 75 THE ROBIN . Sidney Lanier 85 GOVERNOR MANCO AND THE ...
... POET'S VISION . John Keats 62 THE LOON . Henry D. Thoreau 63 A DREAM OF THE SOUTH WIND . Paul Hamilton Hayne 66 THE SNOW IMAGE - I . Nathaniel Hawthorne . 68 THE SNOW IMAGE - II . 75 THE ROBIN . Sidney Lanier 85 GOVERNOR MANCO AND THE ...
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... POETS . Arthur O'Shaughnessy . 233 THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS . Oliver Wendell Holmes 234 A NIGHT AMONG THE PINES . Robert Louis Stevenson A FOREST HYMN . William Cullen Bryant 236 240 . A TRAGEDY IN THE DESERT - I. Honoré de Balzac A ...
... POETS . Arthur O'Shaughnessy . 233 THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS . Oliver Wendell Holmes 234 A NIGHT AMONG THE PINES . Robert Louis Stevenson A FOREST HYMN . William Cullen Bryant 236 240 . A TRAGEDY IN THE DESERT - I. Honoré de Balzac A ...
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... poet . NOTE . The old game of cricket , which is popular at English schools , has a few points of resemblance to baseball , but in other ways it differs widely . There's a breathless hush in the Close to - night- Ten to make and the ...
... poet . NOTE . The old game of cricket , which is popular at English schools , has a few points of resemblance to baseball , but in other ways it differs widely . There's a breathless hush in the Close to - night- Ten to make and the ...
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... being done is of modern origin . - without tools : such canoes are often burned out instead of being shaped with tools . - preposterous : wholly absurd . — give over : give up . 20 THE POET'S VISION JOHN KEATS JOHN KEATS ( 1795-1821 ) 61.
... being done is of modern origin . - without tools : such canoes are often burned out instead of being shaped with tools . - preposterous : wholly absurd . — give over : give up . 20 THE POET'S VISION JOHN KEATS JOHN KEATS ( 1795-1821 ) 61.
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Frances Eggleston Blodgett, Andrew Burr Blodgett. THE POET'S VISION JOHN KEATS JOHN KEATS ( 1795-1821 ) was a noted English poet . Although his life was short , his works show rare genius . The following lines are from " I stood Tiptoe ...
Frances Eggleston Blodgett, Andrew Burr Blodgett. THE POET'S VISION JOHN KEATS JOHN KEATS ( 1795-1821 ) was a noted English poet . Although his life was short , his works show rare genius . The following lines are from " I stood Tiptoe ...
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Page 370 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Page 468 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 457 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Page 477 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Page 367 - What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 281 - A little neglect may breed great mischief; for want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost,' being overtaken and slain by the enemy ; all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
Page 240 - Ah why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn — thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in His ear.
Page 369 - By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection : I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius...
Page 420 - 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.
Page 469 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...