Poetical reader, by J. MartinJames Martin (of the Wedgwood inst, Burslem) 1880 |
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... Are shadows , not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down , And in the dust be equal made With the poor 26 THE POETICAL READER . The Equality of the Grave,
... Are shadows , not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down , And in the dust be equal made With the poor 26 THE POETICAL READER . The Equality of the Grave,
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... king o ' men for a ' that . 3. You see yon birkie3 ca'd a lord , Wha struts , and stares , and a ' that— Tho ' hundreds worship at his word , He's but a coof4 for a ' that ; For a ' that , and a ' that , His riband , star , and a ' that ...
... king o ' men for a ' that . 3. You see yon birkie3 ca'd a lord , Wha struts , and stares , and a ' that— Tho ' hundreds worship at his word , He's but a coof4 for a ' that ; For a ' that , and a ' that , His riband , star , and a ' that ...
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... king of day ! For all those trophied arts And triumphs that , beneath thee , sprang , Healed not a passion or a pang Entailed on human hearts . 5. Go - let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men , Nor with thy rising beams recall ...
... king of day ! For all those trophied arts And triumphs that , beneath thee , sprang , Healed not a passion or a pang Entailed on human hearts . 5. Go - let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men , Nor with thy rising beams recall ...
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... dear me ! 4. A gentle Highland maiden saw A brother's body borne From where , for country , king , and law , He went his gallant sword to draw ; But swept within destruction's maw From her had he been LYRIC POETRY . - THE SONG . 55 35 ཱ་ ཾ་
... dear me ! 4. A gentle Highland maiden saw A brother's body borne From where , for country , king , and law , He went his gallant sword to draw ; But swept within destruction's maw From her had he been LYRIC POETRY . - THE SONG . 55 35 ཱ་ ཾ་
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... kings extends his reign . 13. Why sorrowest thou ? For me why this despair ? Could grief recall the tenant of the tomb , Wouldst thou my mortal burden I should bear , And quit for earth the blest ethereal dome ? 14. She ceased - and now ...
... kings extends his reign . 13. Why sorrowest thou ? For me why this despair ? Could grief recall the tenant of the tomb , Wouldst thou my mortal burden I should bear , And quit for earth the blest ethereal dome ? 14. She ceased - and now ...
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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...