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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... peace here , or come ye in war , Or to dance at our bridal , young Lord Lochinvar ? " — " I long woo'd your daughter , my suit you denied ; Love swells like the Solway , but ebbs like its tide — 15 And now am I come , with this lost ...
... peace here , or come ye in war , Or to dance at our bridal , young Lord Lochinvar ? " — " I long woo'd your daughter , my suit you denied ; Love swells like the Solway , but ebbs like its tide — 15 And now am I come , with this lost ...
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... peace , may the heav'n rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation . Then conquer we must , when our cause it is just , And this be our motto ፡፡ In God is our trust : " - And the star - spangled banner in ...
... peace , may the heav'n rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation . Then conquer we must , when our cause it is just , And this be our motto ፡፡ In God is our trust : " - And the star - spangled banner in ...
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... Such hope , I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here . I muse on joy that will not cease , Pure spaces clothed in living beams , 15 20 25 25 5 10 15 Pure lilies of eternal peace , Whose SIR GALAHAD 49.
... Such hope , I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here . I muse on joy that will not cease , Pure spaces clothed in living beams , 15 20 25 25 5 10 15 Pure lilies of eternal peace , Whose SIR GALAHAD 49.
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... peace , Whose odors haunt my dreams , And , stricken by an angel's hand , This mortal armor that I wear , This weight and size , this heart and eyes , Are touched , are turned to finest air . The clouds are broken in the sky , And ...
... peace , Whose odors haunt my dreams , And , stricken by an angel's hand , This mortal armor that I wear , This weight and size , this heart and eyes , Are touched , are turned to finest air . The clouds are broken in the sky , And ...
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... peace . Ring in the valiant man and free , The larger heart , the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land , Ring in the Christ that is to be . - From " IN MEMORIAM . " ALFRED DOMETT " ENGLAND , 1811-1887 A Christmas Hymn It 54 ...
... peace . Ring in the valiant man and free , The larger heart , the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land , Ring in the Christ that is to be . - From " IN MEMORIAM . " ALFRED DOMETT " ENGLAND , 1811-1887 A Christmas Hymn It 54 ...
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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.