Poetical reader, by J. MartinJames Martin (of the Wedgwood inst, Burslem) 1880 |
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... . Then let us pray that come it may , As come it will for a ' that , 1 gold . 2 coarse 3 young fellow . 4 fool . 5 must not try . 6 That sense and worth , o'er a ' the LYRIC POETRY . - THE SONG . 35 35 Honest Poverty,
... . Then let us pray that come it may , As come it will for a ' that , 1 gold . 2 coarse 3 young fellow . 4 fool . 5 must not try . 6 That sense and worth , o'er a ' the LYRIC POETRY . - THE SONG . 35 35 Honest Poverty,
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... gold curls of hair . 6. Then O wonder not that her heart From all else would rather part Than those tiny blue shoes That no little feet use , And whose sight makes such fond tears start . WORK . 1. Down and up , and up and down , W. C. ...
... gold curls of hair . 6. Then O wonder not that her heart From all else would rather part Than those tiny blue shoes That no little feet use , And whose sight makes such fond tears start . WORK . 1. Down and up , and up and down , W. C. ...
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... gold ears , Until we have first been sowers , And watered the furrows with tears ; 2. It is not just as we take it- This mystical world of ours ; Life's field will yield , as we make it , A harvest of thorns or flowers . Alice Cary ...
... gold ears , Until we have first been sowers , And watered the furrows with tears ; 2. It is not just as we take it- This mystical world of ours ; Life's field will yield , as we make it , A harvest of thorns or flowers . Alice Cary ...
Page 67
... gold ' Twixt crimson banks ; and then a traveller go From mount to mount through Cloudland , gorgeous land ! Or list'ning to the tide , with closed sight , Be that blind bard1 who , on the Chian2 strand By those deep sounds possess'd ...
... gold ' Twixt crimson banks ; and then a traveller go From mount to mount through Cloudland , gorgeous land ! Or list'ning to the tide , with closed sight , Be that blind bard1 who , on the Chian2 strand By those deep sounds possess'd ...
Page 98
... gold , In honour to the world's great Author rise ; Whether to deck with clouds the uncoloured sky , Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers , Rising or falling , still advance His praise . His praise , ye winds , that from four ...
... gold , In honour to the world's great Author rise ; Whether to deck with clouds the uncoloured sky , Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers , Rising or falling , still advance His praise . His praise , ye winds , that from four ...
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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...