Modern Prose And Poetry; For Secondary Schools: Edited With Notes, Study Helps, And Reading Lists
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Modern Prose And Poetry; For Secondary Schools: Edited With Notes, Study Helps, And Reading Lists
American literature
Suburban Sketches William Dean Howells
A Boy's Town " " "
The Rise of Silas Lapham " " "
The Minister's Charge " " "
Their Wedding Journey " " "
The Lady of the Aroostook " " "
Venetian Life " " "
Italian Journeys " " "
The Mouse Trap (a play) " " "
Evening Dress (a play) " " "
The Register (a play) " " "
The Elevator (a play) " " "
Unexpected Guests (a play) " " "
The Albany Depot (a play) " " "
Literary Friends and Acquaintances " " "
Their California Uncle Bret Harte
A Lodging for the Night R.L. Stevenson
Kidnapped " "
Ebb Tide " "
Enoch Arden Alfred Tennyson
Rip Van Winkle Washington Irving
Wakefield Nathaniel Hawthorne
Two Years before the Mast R.H. Dana
Out of Gloucester J.B. Connolly
Jean Valjean (from _Les Misérables_) Victor Hugo (Ed. S.E. Wiltse)
Historic Towns of New England
(Cambridge) L.P. Powell (Ed.)
Old Cambridge T.W. Higginson
American Authors at Home, pp. 193-211 J.L. and J.B. Gilder
American Authors and their Homes,
pp. 99-110 F.W. Halsey
American Writers of To-day, pp. 43-68 H.C. Vedder
Bookman, 17:342 (Portrait); 35:114, April, 1912; Current Literature,
42:49, January, 1907 (Portrait).
THE WILD RIDE
LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY
_I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses
All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses,
All night, from their stalls, the importunate pawing and neighing_.
Let cowards and laggards fall back! but alert to the saddle,
Weather-worn and abreast, go men of our galloping legion,
With a stirrup-cup each to the lily of women that loves him.
The trail is through dolour and dread, over crags and morasses;
There are shapes by the way, there are things that appal or entice us:
What odds? We are Knights of the Grail, we are vowed to the riding.
Thought's self is a vanishing wing, and joy is a cobweb,
And friendship a flower in the dust, and glory a sun-beam:
Not here is our prize, nor, alas! after these our pursuing.
A dipping of plumes, a tear, a shake of the bridle,
A passing salute to this world and her pitiful beauty:
We hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers.
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