Poetical reader, by J. MartinJames Martin (of the Wedgwood inst, Burslem) 1880 |
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... smiling down , Nor bade my toils be vain . 6. Too soon the fond illusion pass'd ; - Too gay , too bright , too pure to last , It melted from my gaze . And , narrowing with each coming year , Life's onward path grew dark and drear ...
... smiling down , Nor bade my toils be vain . 6. Too soon the fond illusion pass'd ; - Too gay , too bright , too pure to last , It melted from my gaze . And , narrowing with each coming year , Life's onward path grew dark and drear ...
Page 46
... smile Yon little billow heaves its breast ; It foams and sparkles for a while , And , murmuring , then subsides to rest . 2. So man , the sport of bliss and care , Rises on Time's eventful sea , And , having swell'd a moment there ...
... smile Yon little billow heaves its breast ; It foams and sparkles for a while , And , murmuring , then subsides to rest . 2. So man , the sport of bliss and care , Rises on Time's eventful sea , And , having swell'd a moment there ...
Page 58
... smile in her loving look lay , While the light - winged gossip went whirring away . 3. " I will tell you a secret , " the honey - bee said , And the young lily lifted her beautiful head- " The violet thinks , with her timid blue eye ...
... smile in her loving look lay , While the light - winged gossip went whirring away . 3. " I will tell you a secret , " the honey - bee said , And the young lily lifted her beautiful head- " The violet thinks , with her timid blue eye ...
Page 59
... smiling , Trusting hearts to grief beguiling ; Mem'ry loves thy dusky wing . 8. Joyous hearts may love the summer , Bright with sunshine , song , and flower ; But the heart whose hopes are blighted , In the gloom of woe benighted ...
... smiling , Trusting hearts to grief beguiling ; Mem'ry loves thy dusky wing . 8. Joyous hearts may love the summer , Bright with sunshine , song , and flower ; But the heart whose hopes are blighted , In the gloom of woe benighted ...
Page 62
... the bonny brown hair , " Would have life always smiling and jolly ; " " And I would have just what our Father may send , " Said lovable little pale Polly . 3. Life came for the two , with sweetnesses new 62 THE POETICAL READER .
... the bonny brown hair , " Would have life always smiling and jolly ; " " And I would have just what our Father may send , " Said lovable little pale Polly . 3. Life came for the two , with sweetnesses new 62 THE POETICAL READER .
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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...