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... stanza , caused in the poet's mind by the necessity of making a rhyme for France , though this might have been obviated by writing " stands " for " stood " and using the present tense throughout . The necessities of rhyme trou- bled ...
... stanza , caused in the poet's mind by the necessity of making a rhyme for France , though this might have been obviated by writing " stands " for " stood " and using the present tense throughout . The necessities of rhyme trou- bled ...
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... stanza . So the little drama , in outline , is something like this . The Yellow - breast . Who stole my nest and the four eggs I laid ? The Cow . I didn't take your nest . I wouldn't do such a thing . I gave you a wisp of hay . The ...
... stanza . So the little drama , in outline , is something like this . The Yellow - breast . Who stole my nest and the four eggs I laid ? The Cow . I didn't take your nest . I wouldn't do such a thing . I gave you a wisp of hay . The ...
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... stanzas . A stately meter gives a solemn , rhythmic swing to the noble lines . Sonorous words add to the grandeur . Apt phrases and beautiful figures of speech seize the imagination and enchain the fancy . Rare and choice diction gives ...
... stanzas . A stately meter gives a solemn , rhythmic swing to the noble lines . Sonorous words add to the grandeur . Apt phrases and beautiful figures of speech seize the imagination and enchain the fancy . Rare and choice diction gives ...
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... Stanza II . " Fetched a walk . " This is an ap plication of a nautical term , as in " to fetch head- way . " " Press Gang . " To secure recruits for her navy , England at one time permitted her men to be seized and forcibly carried on ...
... Stanza II . " Fetched a walk . " This is an ap plication of a nautical term , as in " to fetch head- way . " " Press Gang . " To secure recruits for her navy , England at one time permitted her men to be seized and forcibly carried on ...
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... Stanza IX . A tender is a ship that carries sup- plies or conveys messages from one to another of the ships in a squadron . Stanza XI . " The Virgin and the Scales . " The Virgin ( Virgo ) and the Scales ( Libra ) are two constellations ...
... Stanza IX . A tender is a ship that carries sup- plies or conveys messages from one to another of the ships in a squadron . Stanza XI . " The Virgin and the Scales . " The Virgin ( Virgo ) and the Scales ( Libra ) are two constellations ...
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Page 330 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich !She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 137 - SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Page 308 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 310 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Page 261 - Nature that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat, the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
Page 136 - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 176 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 135 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me, on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Page 208 - When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have its course lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down; Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed among; God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young.
Page 221 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.