Poetical reader, by J. MartinJames Martin (of the Wedgwood inst, Burslem) 1880 |
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... daughter of George III . ( 1783 — 1810 ) . A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA . 1. A wet sheet and a flowing sea , A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail , And bends the gallant mast ! And bends the gallant mast , my ...
... daughter of George III . ( 1783 — 1810 ) . A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA . 1. A wet sheet and a flowing sea , A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail , And bends the gallant mast ! And bends the gallant mast , my ...
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... Return'd the fiery column's glow . 2. There rose the choral hymn of praise , And trump and timbrel answer'd keen , And Zion's daughters pour'd their lays , With priest's and LYRIC POETRY . - THE HYMN . 89 Hymn of the Hebrew Maid,
... Return'd the fiery column's glow . 2. There rose the choral hymn of praise , And trump and timbrel answer'd keen , And Zion's daughters pour'd their lays , With priest's and LYRIC POETRY . - THE HYMN . 89 Hymn of the Hebrew Maid,
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James Martin (of the Wedgwood inst, Burslem). And Zion's daughters pour'd their lays , With priest's and warrior's voice between . No portents now our foes amaze , Forsaken Israel wanders lone : Our fathers would not know THY ways , And ...
James Martin (of the Wedgwood inst, Burslem). And Zion's daughters pour'd their lays , With priest's and warrior's voice between . No portents now our foes amaze , Forsaken Israel wanders lone : Our fathers would not know THY ways , And ...
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... Daughter and darling of remotest eld- Time's childhood and Time's age thou hast beheld ; His arm is feeble , and his eye is dim ; He tells old tales again— He wearies of long pain , — Thou art as at the first - thou journey'dst not with ...
... Daughter and darling of remotest eld- Time's childhood and Time's age thou hast beheld ; His arm is feeble , and his eye is dim ; He tells old tales again— He wearies of long pain , — Thou art as at the first - thou journey'dst not with ...
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... daughters bade their elms bestow A barren shade , and in his honour grow . By the same arm my seven brave brothers fell ; — In one sad day beheld the gates of hell ; While the fat herds and snowy flocks they fed , Amid their fields the ...
... daughters bade their elms bestow A barren shade , and in his honour grow . By the same arm my seven brave brothers fell ; — In one sad day beheld the gates of hell ; While the fat herds and snowy flocks they fed , Amid their fields the ...
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Page 109 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Page 97 - Angels ; for ye behold him, and with songs, And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 57 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Page 57 - Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Page 153 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Page 110 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those who in their turn shall follow them.
Page 49 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 97 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 48 - The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 64 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...