The Poetical Primer; Consisting of Short Extracts Selected and Arranged for the Use of Children by Mrs. [R.] Lawrence

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1849 Excerpt: ...reign. Proud to obey the glad command, I took with silent awe my stand; Meanwhile, with many a varied vest, Of mystic texture aptly dress'd, Ideal myriads seem'd to rove, Promiscuous through the colour'd grove, And each, as inbred impulse led, From every flower-embroider'd bed, Some certain plant, (whose blossom rose Significantly planted, ) chose. ith frank firm look, and light though steady tread, ime Courage first, and cropp'd a dew-charged rose, r in the crimson rose might best be read is very essence; bloom that gently glows Refresh'd by genial breath, prone to dispense To all, all sweetness; yet alert to show, If rash Ambition ruder deeds commence, That warm Resentment points the thorn below. Retiring from the public eye, The maiden meek Humility, Was seen to turn, with mildest grace, To heaven her thoughts, to earth her face; And all unconscious what fair fame Merit like hers might well assume, Preferr'd, to every other claim, The lowly daisy's simple bloom. Some bauble each moment arranging, Admiring, exploding, or changing, The coquette Affectation skimm'd wantonly by; On her breast a narcissus she bore, As if, with Narcissus of yore, For a form like her own she could languish and die. Heedless of the scorner's joke, Smiling at the ruffian's stroke, Persevering Patience stood, Conquering evil still with good; Binding for her brows the while Artless wreaths of camomile, Hardy plant! whose vigorous shoot Springs beneath the trampler's foot. Tip-toe o'er the level plain, Ardent Hope all panting flew; Prompt her eager eye to strain Far beyond the present view; Quick from haunt to haunt to stray, She the primrose held most dear, First-born of returning May, Promise of the future year. Superstition came, telling her steps and her beads, Like the pal...