Poetical reader, by J. MartinJames Martin (of the Wedgwood inst, Burslem) 1880 |
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Page 34
... flowers sprang wanton to be prest , The birds sang love on every spray , Till too , too soon , the glowing west Proclaimed the speed of wingèd day . 4. Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes , And fondly broods with miser care ; Time ...
... flowers sprang wanton to be prest , The birds sang love on every spray , Till too , too soon , the glowing west Proclaimed the speed of wingèd day . 4. Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes , And fondly broods with miser care ; Time ...
Page 47
... flowering tree ; And the cowslip and blue - bell are bent by the bee ; All the creatures that dwell in the forest are gay- And why should not I be as merry as they ? M. R. Mitford ( 1786 — 1855 ) . APOSTROPHE TO THE OCEAN . 1. Roll on ...
... flowering tree ; And the cowslip and blue - bell are bent by the bee ; All the creatures that dwell in the forest are gay- And why should not I be as merry as they ? M. R. Mitford ( 1786 — 1855 ) . APOSTROPHE TO THE OCEAN . 1. Roll on ...
Page 49
... pain . What brightness of hue is with music combined ? Will any one tell me ? I'm blind ! oh ! I'm blind ! 3. The perfumes of flowers that are hovering nigh , ( 78 ) D LYRIC POETRY . THE SONG . 49 A Blind Boy's Song,
... pain . What brightness of hue is with music combined ? Will any one tell me ? I'm blind ! oh ! I'm blind ! 3. The perfumes of flowers that are hovering nigh , ( 78 ) D LYRIC POETRY . THE SONG . 49 A Blind Boy's Song,
Page 50
... flowers that are hovering nigh , What are they ? On what kind of wings do they fly ? Are not they sweet angels , who come to delight A poor little boy , that knows not of sight ? The sun , moon , and stars are to me undefined , Oh ...
... flowers that are hovering nigh , What are they ? On what kind of wings do they fly ? Are not they sweet angels , who come to delight A poor little boy , that knows not of sight ? The sun , moon , and stars are to me undefined , Oh ...
Page 58
... flower , as a friend , Oh , ne'er to such beings your confidence lend ; It grieves me to see one , all guileless like you , Thus wronging a spirit so trustful and true : But not for the world , love , my secret betray ! " And the little ...
... flower , as a friend , Oh , ne'er to such beings your confidence lend ; It grieves me to see one , all guileless like you , Thus wronging a spirit so trustful and true : But not for the world , love , my secret betray ! " And the little ...
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Alexander Pope Alice Cary Annabel Lee Beau beneath brave breast breath bright brow Buck Cæsar called catalectic Dang dark daughter dead dear death deep Dimeter Dogb dost doth dust earth epic EPIC POETRY Eurydice father fear feet flowers gaze give glory golden prime grave grief hand Haroun Alraschid hast hath hear heart heaven Hiawatha honour John Milton Julius Caesar king Laughing Water light look lord LYRIC POETRY Merchant of Venice morning mountain never night o'er poem poet poetry Praise ye rhyme Rich River Robert Burns round SCENE silent sing Sir Fret sleep smile Sneer song soul sound speak spirit sung sweet swell sword syllables tears Tell thee thine Thou art thought Thrace Tubal-cain Twas Tyrrel verse voice wave weary wild wind wing wonder wood youth
Popular passages
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...