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Modern Prose And Poetry; For Secondary Schools: Edited With Notes, Study Helps, And Reading Lists

General

Modern Prose And Poetry; For Secondary Schools: Edited With Notes, Study Helps, And Reading Lists

American literature

The First Christmas Tree                           Henry Van Dyke
The Other Wise Man                                   "      "
The Old Peabody Pew                                K.D. Wiggin
Miss Santa Claus of the Pullman                    Annie F. Johnson
Christmas                                          Zona Gale
A Christmas Mystery                                W.J. Locke
Christmas Eve on Lonesome                          John Fox, Jr.
By the Christmas Fire                              S.M. Crothers
Colonel Carter's Christmas                         F.H. Smith
Christmas Jenny (in _A New England Nun_)           Mary E. Wilkins
A Christmas Sermon                                 R.L. Stevenson
The Boy who Brought Christmas                      Alice Morgan
Christmas Stories                                  Charles Dickens
The Christmas Guest                                Selma Lagerlöf
The Legend of the Christmas Rose                     "      "




GLOUCESTER MOORS

WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY


    A mile behind is Gloucester town
    Where the fishing fleets put in,
    A mile ahead the land dips down
    And the woods and farms begin.
    Here, where the moors stretch free
    In the high blue afternoon,
    Are the marching sun and talking sea,
    And the racing winds that wheel and flee
    On the flying heels of June.

    Jill-o'er-the-ground is purple blue,
    Blue is the quaker-maid,
    The wild geranium holds its dew
    Long in the boulder's shade.
    Wax-red hangs the cup
    From the huckleberry boughs,
    In barberry bells the grey moths sup,
    Or where the choke-cherry lifts high up
    Sweet bowls for their carouse.

    Over the shelf of the sandy cove
    Beach-peas blossom late.
    By copse and cliff the swallows rove
    Each calling to his mate.
    Seaward the sea-gulls go,
    And the land birds all are here;
    That green-gold flash was a vireo,
    And yonder flame where the marsh-flags grow
    Was a scarlet tanager.

    This earth is not the steadfast place
    We landsmen build upon;
    From deep to deep she varies pace,
    And while she comes is gone.
    Beneath my feet I feel
    Her smooth bulk heave and dip;
    With velvet plunge and soft upreel
    She swings and steadies to her keel
    Like a gallant, gallant ship.

    These summer clouds she sets for sail,
    The sun is her masthead light,
    She tows the moon like a pinnace frail
    Where her phospher wake churns bright,
    Now hid, now looming clear,
    On the face of the dangerous blue
    The star fleets tack and wheel and veer,
    But on, but on does the old earth steer
    As if her port she knew.

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General

Modern Prose And Poetry; For Secondary Schools: Edited With Notes, Study Helps, And Reading Lists

American literature

The First Christmas Tree                           Henry Van Dyke
The Other Wise Man                                   "      "
The Old Peabody Pew                                K.D. Wiggin
Miss Santa Claus of the Pullman                    Annie F. Johnson
Christmas                                          Zona Gale
A Christmas Mystery                                W.J. Locke
Christmas Eve on Lonesome                          John Fox, Jr.
By the Christmas Fire                              S.M. Crothers
Colonel Carter's Christmas                         F.H. Smith
Christmas Jenny (in _A New England Nun_)           Mary E. Wilkins
A Christmas Sermon                                 R.L. Stevenson
The Boy who Brought Christmas                      Alice Morgan
Christmas Stories                                  Charles Dickens
The Christmas Guest                                Selma Lagerlöf
The Legend of the Christmas Rose                     "      "




GLOUCESTER MOORS

WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY


    A mile behind is Gloucester town
    Where the fishing fleets put in,
    A mile ahead the land dips down
    And the woods and farms begin.
    Here, where the moors stretch free
    In the high blue afternoon,
    Are the marching sun and talking sea,
    And the racing winds that wheel and flee
    On the flying heels of June.

    Jill-o'er-the-ground is purple blue,
    Blue is the quaker-maid,
    The wild geranium holds its dew
    Long in the boulder's shade.
    Wax-red hangs the cup
    From the huckleberry boughs,
    In barberry bells the grey moths sup,
    Or where the choke-cherry lifts high up
    Sweet bowls for their carouse.

    Over the shelf of the sandy cove
    Beach-peas blossom late.
    By copse and cliff the swallows rove
    Each calling to his mate.
    Seaward the sea-gulls go,
    And the land birds all are here;
    That green-gold flash was a vireo,
    And yonder flame where the marsh-flags grow
    Was a scarlet tanager.

    This earth is not the steadfast place
    We landsmen build upon;
    From deep to deep she varies pace,
    And while she comes is gone.
    Beneath my feet I feel
    Her smooth bulk heave and dip;
    With velvet plunge and soft upreel
    She swings and steadies to her keel
    Like a gallant, gallant ship.

    These summer clouds she sets for sail,
    The sun is her masthead light,
    She tows the moon like a pinnace frail
    Where her phospher wake churns bright,
    Now hid, now looming clear,
    On the face of the dangerous blue
    The star fleets tack and wheel and veer,
    But on, but on does the old earth steer
    As if her port she knew.

Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.

Modern Prose And Poetry; For Secondary Schools: Edited With Notes, Study Helps, And Reading Lists

Modern Prose And Poetry; For Secondary Schools: Edited With Notes, Study Helps, And Reading Lists

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