Golden Numbers: A Book of Verse for Youth
Includes poems by Shelley, Keats, Shakespeare, Milton, Bryant, Emerson, Browning, and many other American and English authors.
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Golden Numbers: A Book of Verse for Youth
Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin,Nora Archibald Smith
Vista completa - 1902
Términos y frases comunes
Banners beauty bells bird blow blue breath bright clear clouds comes Country dark dead dear deep door dream earth eyes face fair fairy fall Fancy fear feet field fire flowers Garden Girls give gold golden green grow hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hill JOHN king lady land leaves light live look Lord marching Merry Mood morn mountain never night o'er Old Glory once pass Pastimes play rain Reality rest ring rocks rolling Romance rose round sail shine ship shore side sing sleep snow song soul sound Sports spring stand stars stream summer sweet tell thee things thou thought Till tree true turn voice Waters waves wild wind wings woods World young
Página 210 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 541 - 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 throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Página 181 - The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 161 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated mid-way on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora.
Página 105 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 106 - There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 662 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ! Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid...
Página 606 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Página 609 - Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An Angel writing in a book of gold: — Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ? "- — The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 290 - While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...