Poetical reader, by J. MartinJames Martin (of the Wedgwood inst, Burslem) 1880 |
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... rise , Hence grew my settled hate to vice . 4. The daily labours of the bee Awake my soul to industry ; Who can observe the careful ant , And not provide for future want ? My dog ( the trustiest of his kind ) With gratitude inflames my ...
... rise , Hence grew my settled hate to vice . 4. The daily labours of the bee Awake my soul to industry ; Who can observe the careful ant , And not provide for future want ? My dog ( the trustiest of his kind ) With gratitude inflames my ...
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... rise . Those days shall dawn no more . 5. How glorious rose life's morning star ; In bright procession round her car , How danced the heavenly train ! Truth beckon'd from her radiant throne , And Fame held high her starry crown , While ...
... rise . Those days shall dawn no more . 5. How glorious rose life's morning star ; In bright procession round her car , How danced the heavenly train ! Truth beckon'd from her radiant throne , And Fame held high her starry crown , While ...
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... rising beams recall Life's tragedy again ! Its piteous pageants bring not back , Nor waken flesh , upon the rack Of pain , anew , to writhe , — Stretched in disease's shapes abhorred , Or mown in battle by the sword , Like grass beneath ...
... rising beams recall Life's tragedy again ! Its piteous pageants bring not back , Nor waken flesh , upon the rack Of pain , anew , to writhe , — Stretched in disease's shapes abhorred , Or mown in battle by the sword , Like grass beneath ...
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... rise , but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; And so , all the night - tide , I lie down by the side Of my darling - my darling -- my life and my bride , In the sepulchre there by the sea , In her tomb by the sounding ...
... rise , but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; And so , all the night - tide , I lie down by the side Of my darling - my darling -- my life and my bride , In the sepulchre there by the sea , In her tomb by the sounding ...
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... Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea . S. T. Coleridge ( 1772-1834 ) . PROVIDENCE . Just as a mother with sweet pious face Yearns towards her little children from her seat , Gives one a kiss , another an embrace , Takes this upon ...
... Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea . S. T. Coleridge ( 1772-1834 ) . PROVIDENCE . Just as a mother with sweet pious face Yearns towards her little children from her seat , Gives one a kiss , another an embrace , Takes this upon ...
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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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Страница 109 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 110 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those who in their turn shall follow them.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...