Identifier: homeschoolofamer00bird (find matches)
Title: Home school of American literature:
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Birdsall, William Wilfred, 1854-1909, (from old catalog) comp. and ed Jones, Rufus Matthew, 1863- (from old catalog) joint comp. and ed
Subjects: American literature English literature
Publisher: Philadelphia, Pa., Elliott publishing co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star, Within the nether tin. THE ADIEU OF THE ANCIENT MARINERframe of mine Avas ORTHWrrH thiswrenchedWith a woeful agonyWhich forced me to begin my tale.And then it left me free. Since then, at an uncertain hour. That agony returns;And till my ghostly tale is told. This heart within me burns. I pass, like night, from land to land, I have strange power of speech ;That moment that his face I see,I know the man that must hear me:To him my tale I teach. What loud uproar bursts from that door !The wedding guests are there, But in the garden-bower the brideAnd bridemaids singing are : And hark ! the little vesper-bell.Which biddeth me to prayer. O wedding guest! this soul hath been Alone on a wide, wide sea:So lonely twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. O sweeter than the marriage-feast, Tis sweeter far to me.To walk together to the kirk. With a goodly company ! To walk together to the kirkAnd all together pray.
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590 Thf Mariner IS Gone. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. 591 While each to his great Father bends,Old men, and babes, and loving friendsAnd youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell! but this I tellTo thee, thou wedding guest ! He prayeth well who loveth wellBoth man, and bird, and beast. He prayeth best who loveth bes<-All things, both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us.He made and loveth all.â The mariner, whose eye is bright.Whose beard with age is hoar, Is gone: and now the wedding guestTurned from the bridegrooms door. He went like one that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn :A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn. â¢O^O- A CALM ON THE EQUATOR. From The Ancient Mariner. ;HE fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,The furrow followed free ;We were the first that ever burstInto that silent sea. Down dropped the breeze, the sails drojfpeddown,Twas sad as sad could be ;And we did speak only to breakThe silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky,The

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