Open Sesame!: Poetry and Prose for School-days, Volume 3Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin Ginn, 1891 - Readers |
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... Sparta contained when she ruled Greece , and sent forth her devoted children , quickened by a mother's benediction , to return with their shields or upon them ; more than Rome gathered on her seven hills when , under her kings , she ...
... Sparta contained when she ruled Greece , and sent forth her devoted children , quickened by a mother's benediction , to return with their shields or upon them ; more than Rome gathered on her seven hills when , under her kings , she ...
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... Sparta , and settled among the vine - clad rocks and citron groves of Syrasella . My early life ran quiet as the ... Spartans , in a defile of the mountains , had withstood a whole army . I did not then know what war was ; but my cheeks ...
... Sparta , and settled among the vine - clad rocks and citron groves of Syrasella . My early life ran quiet as the ... Spartans , in a defile of the mountains , had withstood a whole army . I did not then know what war was ; but my cheeks ...
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... Sparta for aid ! Persia has come , we are here , where is She ? " Your command I obeyed , Ran and raced : like stubble , some field which a fire runs through , Was the space between city and city : two days , two nights did I burn Over ...
... Sparta for aid ! Persia has come , we are here , where is She ? " Your command I obeyed , Ran and raced : like stubble , some field which a fire runs through , Was the space between city and city : two days , two nights did I burn Over ...
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... Sparta love thee ? Did Sparta respond ? Every face of her leered in a furrow of envy , mistrust , Malice , each eye of her gave me its glitter of grati- ― fied hate ! Gravely they turned to take counsel , to cast for excuses . I stood ...
... Sparta love thee ? Did Sparta respond ? Every face of her leered in a furrow of envy , mistrust , Malice , each eye of her gave me its glitter of grati- ― fied hate ! Gravely they turned to take counsel , to cast for excuses . I stood ...
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... Sparta befriend ? Nowise precipitate judgment . - too weighty the issue at stake ? Count we no time lost time which lags through respect to the God's ! 6 Ponder that precept of old , No warfare , whatever the odds In your favor , so ...
... Sparta befriend ? Nowise precipitate judgment . - too weighty the issue at stake ? Count we no time lost time which lags through respect to the God's ! 6 Ponder that precept of old , No warfare , whatever the odds In your favor , so ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON arms Athens battle beauty behold beneath blood brave breast breath brow Carcassonne Catiline CHARLES SUMNER clouds cried crown dark dead dear death deep divine doth dread earth England eternal EXTRACT eyes fair faith fight flowers forever FRIEDRICH SCHILLER give glorious glory grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW honor hope human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN MILTON King land liberty light live look Lord LORD BYRON mighty morning nations never night noble o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Persia Pheidippides praise prayer pride rise rock round ruin shalt ship shore shout silent sleep smile song soul Sparta spirit stars sweet sword Symphorien tears tell thee thine things thou art thought throne thunder truth voice Warren Hastings waves wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind
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Page 54 - The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. ' The Stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where Rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 76 - Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Page 96 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 74 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned; Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...
Page 230 - I know I have the body but of a weak and feeble woman ; but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and of a king of England too...
Page 161 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Page 231 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Page 129 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 74 - Yet even these bones from insult to protect Some frail memorial still erected nigh, With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
Page 27 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...