Poetical reader, by J. MartinJames Martin (of the Wedgwood inst, Burslem) 1880 |
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... thee | dy'ing ( p . 27. ) ( ii . ) Who is the hón | est mán ( p . 25. ) ( iv . ) Away from the róar and the rattle ( v . ) O those lít | tle those lít | tle blue shoes ( p . 60. ) ( d ) A line consisting of four feet is called a tetram ...
... thee | dy'ing ( p . 27. ) ( ii . ) Who is the hón | est mán ( p . 25. ) ( iv . ) Away from the róar and the rattle ( v . ) O those lít | tle those lít | tle blue shoes ( p . 60. ) ( d ) A line consisting of four feet is called a tetram ...
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... thee Note . The supernumerary syllable is unaccented . ( p . 90. ) 5. It has been stated that the feet which compose a line are not necessarily of the same kind . In the following verses dissimilar feet occur . ( a ) Come months | come ...
... thee Note . The supernumerary syllable is unaccented . ( p . 90. ) 5. It has been stated that the feet which compose a line are not necessarily of the same kind . In the following verses dissimilar feet occur . ( a ) Come months | come ...
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... thee truly wise . Pride often guides the author's pen ; Books as affected are as men : But he who studies Nature's laws , From certain truth his maxims draws ; And those , without our schools , suffice To make LYRIC POETRY . - THE SONG .
... thee truly wise . Pride often guides the author's pen ; Books as affected are as men : But he who studies Nature's laws , From certain truth his maxims draws ; And those , without our schools , suffice To make LYRIC POETRY . - THE SONG .
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... thee . " " Then will I on ungrateful man my vengeance wreak , And ever of myself will speak . " Gellert ( 1715 1769 ) . TO THE LARK . 1. Mount , child of morning , mount and sing , And gaily beat thy fluttering wing , And sound thy ...
... thee . " " Then will I on ungrateful man my vengeance wreak , And ever of myself will speak . " Gellert ( 1715 1769 ) . TO THE LARK . 1. Mount , child of morning , mount and sing , And gaily beat thy fluttering wing , And sound thy ...
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... thee now is past my pow'r , Thou bonnie gem ! 2. Alas ! it's no thy neebor2 sweet , The bonnie lark , companion meet ! Bending thee ' mang the dewy weet , 3 Wi ' spreckl'd breast , When upward - springing , blithe to greet5 The purpling ...
... thee now is past my pow'r , Thou bonnie gem ! 2. Alas ! it's no thy neebor2 sweet , The bonnie lark , companion meet ! Bending thee ' mang the dewy weet , 3 Wi ' spreckl'd breast , When upward - springing , blithe to greet5 The purpling ...
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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
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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...