Spring-time with the poets, poetry selected and arranged by F. Martin

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Contains poems by Browning, Wordsworth, Keble, Kingsley, Longfellow, Milton and many others, as well as selections from some of Shakespeare's plays.

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On the Late Massacre in Piedmont


Henry VIII act iv sc ii W Shakespeare CLXIX Times go by Turns R Southwell CLXX The quiet Hoping Heart C Winkworth
Ivry T B Macaulay
The Source of the Ganges R Southey
Hymn of Maidens in Besieged Jerusalem H H Milman
Home Thoughts from Abroad R Browning
The Bridge of Sighs
T Hood
Free and United Italy H H Milman CLXXIX To Blossoms R Herrick
Julius Csar act v sc i W Shakespeare
To Autumn 7 Keats
Symbols of Victory W C Roscoe
Telling the Bees
F G Whittier
Love Hope and Patience Education S T Coleridge
Rest for the Weary
cxc Alms without Charity C Patmore
Sin G Herbert
To a Mountain Daisy R Burns
Macbeth act i scene iii W Shakespeare
Macbeth act i scene v W Shakespeare
Macbeth act i scene vii W Shakespeare
Macbeth act ii scene i W Shakespeare
Macbeth act ii scene ii W Shakespeare
Qua cursum ventus A H Clough
Time was I Shrank from what was Right 7 H Newman
From the Italian of Michael Angelo W Wordsworth
To the Supreme Being W Wordsworth
Symbols C Rossetti
The Angelic Worship 7 Milton
The Noble Nature B Jonson ccix Character of a Happy Life Sir H Wotton ccx On the Tombs in Westmin ster Abbey F Beaumont
Time and Love W Shakespeare
Barthrams Dirge
Old Ballad
To Milton
W Wordsworth
The Call A L Barbauld
The Two April Mornings W Wordsworth
Paradise 7 Milton
Macbeth act iii scene iv W Shakespeare
Meary Anns Child W Barnes
The Fount of Honour C Patmore CCXXIX The Ballad of the Boat R Garnett
Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey W Wordsworth
Hamlet act iii scene i W Shakespeare
Hamlet act iii scene ii W Shakespeare
The Rwose that Decked her Breast
King Henry IV act i sc ii W Shakespeare
Lycidas 7 Milton

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Page 230 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 190 - Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : — Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, 'What writest thou?' — The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, ' The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 185 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Page 128 - The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
Page 36 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
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Page 346 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 424 - Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong : The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep ; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of...
Page 193 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 146 - Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on ! . The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on ! Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.

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