Poetical reader, by J. MartinJames Martin (of the Wedgwood inst, Burslem) 1880 |
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... Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? 2. That sacred hour can I forget , Can I forget the hallowed grove , Where by the winding Ayr we met , To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of ...
... Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? 2. That sacred hour can I forget , Can I forget the hallowed grove , Where by the winding Ayr we met , To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of ...
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... hear , oh hear ! And lift me to some far - off skyey sphere , Where I may wander in celestial light : Might it be so- -then would my spirit fear To quit the things I have so loved , when seen— The air , the pleasant sun , the summer ...
... hear , oh hear ! And lift me to some far - off skyey sphere , Where I may wander in celestial light : Might it be so- -then would my spirit fear To quit the things I have so loved , when seen— The air , the pleasant sun , the summer ...
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... hear or see , Ay , cheray me ! 2. A Moorish maiden knelt beside Her dying lover's bed ; She bade him stay to bless his bride , She called him oft her lord , her pride ; But mortals must their doom abide- The warrior's spirit fled . With ...
... hear or see , Ay , cheray me ! 2. A Moorish maiden knelt beside Her dying lover's bed ; She bade him stay to bless his bride , She called him oft her lord , her pride ; But mortals must their doom abide- The warrior's spirit fled . With ...
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... hear or see , Oh , hon - a - ree ! 5. An infant in untimely hour Died in a Lowland cot ; The parents own'd the hand of power That bids the storm be still or lour ; They grieved because the cup was sour , And yet they murmured not . They ...
... hear or see , Oh , hon - a - ree ! 5. An infant in untimely hour Died in a Lowland cot ; The parents own'd the hand of power That bids the storm be still or lour ; They grieved because the cup was sour , And yet they murmured not . They ...
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... hear away their rage . 3. But when our country's cause provokes to arms , How martial music every bosom warms ! So when the first bold vessel dared the seas , High on the stern the Thracian2 raised his strain , While Argo3 saw her ...
... hear away their rage . 3. But when our country's cause provokes to arms , How martial music every bosom warms ! So when the first bold vessel dared the seas , High on the stern the Thracian2 raised his strain , While Argo3 saw her ...
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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...