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Ir should be premised that the present collection does not aim at furnishing a collection of poetry of an exclusively high-class character. To have attempted this would only have been to add another to the many excellent volumes of the kind already published, and, moreover, would not have attained the object contemplated, which was to supply a selection of pieces that would be intelligible and attractive to a very wide class of readers. In carrying out this design it will readily be seen that the editors have proceeded upon a comprehensive idea, and have here and there admitted pieces which, judged by their own merits, would hardly have claimed a place in the volume. To explain this, it may be mentioned that such pieces have generally been chosen on account of their adaptation to popular and favourite Music; one object of the Volume being to link together two Arts which are now generally looked upon as important instruments in the work of popular improvement.

Popular Poetry.



COME, Spring, O come;
And loiter not so long

In distant Southern isles,

Or in the glens of Araby the Blest.

Come, Spring, O come;


For I am sick at heart

Of the dull winter's length,
yearn to see thy cheerful face again.

On the fresh blade

Glistens the rime of morn,

Waiting for thee to come,

And with thy breath exhale it to the skies.

For thee the bud

Its fragile form unfolds;

And opening film by film,

Spreads to the tempting air its leaf of gauze.

The lamb for thee,

Thrilling with young delight,

Skips through the fleecy fold

On the warm slope of many a sunny vale;


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