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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... Wild Bells . From " In Memoriam " A Christmas Hymn . • Home Thoughts from Abroad . Pheidippides • · A Song of Clover Song of Love • • · • · • · Scythe Song • · • White Butterflies To a Waterfowl Alfred , Lord Tennyson Alfred , Lord ...
... Wild Bells . From " In Memoriam " A Christmas Hymn . • Home Thoughts from Abroad . Pheidippides • · A Song of Clover Song of Love • • · • · • · Scythe Song • · • White Butterflies To a Waterfowl Alfred , Lord Tennyson Alfred , Lord ...
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... Wild Bells . From " In Memoriam ' A Christmas Hymn . 99 Home Thoughts from Abroad . Pheidippides A Song of Clover Song of Love · Robert Browning PAGE · Alfred , Lord Tennyson Alfred , Lord Tennyson 45 47 Alfred , Lord Tennyson 51 ...
... Wild Bells . From " In Memoriam ' A Christmas Hymn . 99 Home Thoughts from Abroad . Pheidippides A Song of Clover Song of Love · Robert Browning PAGE · Alfred , Lord Tennyson Alfred , Lord Tennyson 45 47 Alfred , Lord Tennyson 51 ...
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... wild goose at play . At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband , wondering much To see how he did ride . " Stop , stop , John Gilpin ! — here's the house , " They all at once did cry ; " The dinner waits ...
... wild goose at play . At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband , wondering much To see how he did ride . " Stop , stop , John Gilpin ! — here's the house , " They all at once did cry ; " The dinner waits ...
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... wild - hanging woods ; Farewell to the torrents and loud - pouring floods . My heart's in the Highlands , my heart is not here , My heart's in the Highlands a - chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer , and following the roe , My ...
... wild - hanging woods ; Farewell to the torrents and loud - pouring floods . My heart's in the Highlands , my heart is not here , My heart's in the Highlands a - chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer , and following the roe , My ...
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... wild sea mew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea , We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native land - Good - night . A few short hours and he will rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and ...
... wild sea mew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea , We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native land - Good - night . A few short hours and he will rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and ...
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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.