Graded Poetry: Seventh yearKatherine Devereux Blake, Georgia Alexander A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. |
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... 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 10 O'er the land of the free ...
... 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 10 O'er the land of the free ...
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... blood was he " I will abide on thy left side , and keep the bridge with thee . " " Horatius , " quoth the consul , " as thou sayest , so let it be . " And straight against that great array , forth went the dauntless three . Soon all ...
... blood was he " I will abide on thy left side , and keep the bridge with thee . " " Horatius , " quoth the consul , " as thou sayest , so let it be . " And straight against that great array , forth went the dauntless three . Soon all ...
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... blood was flowing ; and he was sore in pain , And heavy with his armor , and spent with changing blows : And oft they thought him sinking - but still again he rose . Never , I ween , did swimmer , in such an evil case , Struggle through ...
... blood was flowing ; and he was sore in pain , And heavy with his armor , and spent with changing blows : And oft they thought him sinking - but still again he rose . Never , I ween , did swimmer , in such an evil case , Struggle through ...
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... blood , The season's lure ! O heart , look down and up Serene , secure . Warm as the crocus cup , Like snowdrops , pure ! Past , Future , glimpse and fade Thro ' some slight spell , A gleam from yonder vale , Some far blue fell , And ...
... blood , The season's lure ! O heart , look down and up Serene , secure . Warm as the crocus cup , Like snowdrops , pure ! Past , Future , glimpse and fade Thro ' some slight spell , A gleam from yonder vale , Some far blue fell , And ...
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... blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars , As down dark tides the glory slides ,. And starlike minglés with the stars . When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go , The cock crows ere the Christmas morn , The ...
... blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars , As down dark tides the glory slides ,. And starlike minglés with the stars . When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go , The cock crows ere the Christmas morn , The ...
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Page 75 - But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen.
Page 75 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Page 28 - He staid 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. So boldly he...
Page 74 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay. And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Page 29 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Page 30 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes. What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Page 28 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied ; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide— And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 24 - Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 29 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 8 - This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.