THE SENIOR POETICAL READER, FOR SCHOOL AND HOME USE. With Marginal Notes, AND BIOGRAPHICAL NOTICES OF AUTHORS. BY P. R. JACKSON, 10 FEB 4 OXFORD THIS BOOK has been prepared with the object of providing a selection of Poems adapted to the attainments of the children and younger pupil teachers in Elementary Schools. It will also be found very suitable for teaching the new subject, 'ENGLISH," named in the Code of 1882. Many Grammar Schools and Colleges have adopted it as their text-book for English Literature. COPIOUS NOTES accompany each poem, explaining almost every point of difficulty that occurs. These notes are placed in the margin, and consequently enable the pupil to obtain the explanation required more readily than if they were printed at the foot of the page or at the end of the poem. SHORT BIOGRAPHICAL NOTICES of all the authors quoted are prefixed to the several poems. For permission to use copyright pieces, the Compiler has to thank the liberality of Robert Browning, Esq.; Matthew Arnold, Esq.; Messrs. Longman & Co.; and Messrs. Macmillan & Co. NOTE. This book has been adopted by the London and many other School Boards, for Reading and Repetition in the Upper Standards, and for the specific subject of Literature. CONTENTS. ABOU-BEN-ADHEM and the Angel, Leigh Aunt, . Jonson, Kingsley, Barbara Fritchie, J. G. Whittier, Battle of Hohenlinden, Campbell, Campbell, Shakspeare, David's Lament for Absalom, N. P. Willis, Longfellow, Burns, : W. C.'Bennett, Ginevra, Rogers, Horatius, Macaulay, Browning, Lines addressed to his Mother's Picture, . Lucy Gray, Wordsworth, Milton, Merchant of Venice, Act iv., Sceno I., Shakspeare. Kingsley, . . 139 Parting of Marmion and Douglas, . The Destruction of Sennacherib's Army, The Dying Christian to his Soul, : Archbishop Trench, 107 Byron, : 28 44 ABOU-BEN-ADHEM (may his tribe increase), A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, All day the low-hung clouds have dropt, Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise, Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, But pleasures are like poppies spread, Came the relief. What, sentry, ho! Come, dear children, let us away, Friends, Romans, countrymen! lend me your ears, Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands, Hear the sledges with the bells, Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand, How are Thy servants blest, O Lord ! I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, In that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he, It is growing dark! yet one line more, It is not growing like a tree, King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, Learn to be wise, and practise how to thrive, My ear-rings! my ear-rings? they've dropt into the well! My gentle child, I have no song to give you. No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, |
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