. Class book of poetry: consisting of selections from distinguished English and American poets, from Chaucer to Tennyson. The whole arranged in chronological order, with biographical and critical remarks . he village master taught his little school;A man severe he was, and stern to view;I knew him well, and every truant had the boding tremblers learned to traceThe days disasters in his mornings face;Full well they laughed with counterfeited gleeAt all his jokes, for many a joke had he;Full well the busy whisper circling round,Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned:Yet he was kin
. Class book of poetry: consisting of selections from distinguished English and American poets, from Chaucer to Tennyson. The whole arranged in chronological order, with biographical and critical remarks . he village master taught his little school;A man severe he was, and stern to view;I knew him well, and every truant had the boding tremblers learned to traceThe days disasters in his mornings face;Full well they laughed with counterfeited gleeAt all his jokes, for many a joke had he;Full well the busy whisper circling round,Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned:Yet he was kind; or, if severe in aught,The love he bore to learning was in fault;The village all declared how much he knew;T was certain he could write and cipher too;Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage;And even the story ran that he could gauge;In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill,For even though vanquished, he could argue still;While words of learned length, and thundering the gazing rustics ranged around;And still they gazed, and still the wonder one small head could carry all he past is all his fame: the very spotWhere many a time he triumphed, is forgot. f. FALCONER. (^A;illiam Falconer, 17SO-1769.) From the Shipwreck. In vain the cords and axes were prepared,For now the audacious seas insult the yard;High oer the ship they throw a horrid shade,And oer her burst, in terrible on the surge, to heaven she shattered top half buried in the skies,Then headlong plunging thunders on the ground,Earth groans, air trembles, and the deeps resound!Her giant bulk the dread concussion feels,And quivering with the wound, in torment reels;So reels, convulsed with agonizing bleeding bull beneath the murderers she plunges; hark! a second shockTears her strong bottom on the marble rock!Down on the vale of death, with dismal fated victims shuddering roll their eyesIn wild despair; while yet anothe
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