Poetry's Plea for Animals: An Anthology of Justice and Mercy for Our Kindred in Fur and FeathersFrances Elizabeth Clarke Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Company, 1927 - 426 pàgines |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Alfred Noyes Amelia Josephine Burr Arthur Guiterman beast Bell of Atri beneath birds blood blue brave brown cage Charles Dalmon cheer cold Company creatures cried critters dark dawn dead death door dreams dumb earth Edwin Markham eyes fear feet flowers forest Francis Brett Young galloped Gêlert glad gold grass green hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hill horse hound Katharine Lee Bates King laugh little dog live lonely look mare morning mother nest never Nicholas Nye night Norman Gale o'er Poems poor round sing snow song soul spring stars steed summer sweet tail tell thee There's things thou tie-up Tillery and cavalry TITMOUSE tree W. M. Letts watched wild wind wings woods
Passatges populars
Pàgina 247 - Still sprung from those swift hoofs, thundering south, The dust, like smoke from the cannon's mouth Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster; The heart of the steed and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners...
Pàgina xxiii - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Pàgina 77 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Pàgina 360 - Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go.
Pàgina xv - O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America ! America ! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!
Pàgina 84 - HE clasps the crag with hooked hands : Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Pàgina 71 - THE cross-beam under the Old South bell The nest of a pigeon is builded well. In summer and winter that bird is there, Out and in with the morning air: I love to see him track the street, With his wary eye and active feet; And I often watch him as he springs.
Pàgina 75 - I watch him as he skims along, Uttering his sweet and mournful cry; He starts not at my fitful song, Or flash of fluttering drapery; He has no thought of any wrong; He scans me with a fearless eye. Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong, The little sandpiper and I. Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night When the loosed storm breaks furiously ? My driftwood fire will burn so bright! To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? I do not fear for thee, though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky; For...
Pàgina 270 - Twas only at Llewelyn's board The faithful Gelert fed ; He watched, he served, he cheered his lord And sentinelled his bed. In sooth he was a peerless hound, The gift of royal John, But now no Gelert could be found, And all the chase rode on. And now, as o'er the rocks and dells The gallant chidings rise, All Snowdon's craggy chaos yells The many-mingled cries.
Pàgina 277 - Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught The dialect they speak, where melodies Alone are the interpreters of thought? Whose household words are songs in many keys, Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught! Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven!