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. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ...narrow wain; They bowed their necks to mount the wheel, Who follows in their train? This mobile band of men and boys, With many converts made, Around the State unthrown rejoice, In garments light arrayed. They climbed the steep ascent to saddle Thro' trifling toil and pain; May all yet have the grace to paddle ...
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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. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ...narrow wain; They bowed their necks to mount the wheel, Who follows in their train? This mobile band of men and boys, With many converts made, Around the State unthrown rejoice, In garments light arrayed. They climbed the steep ascent to saddle Thro' trifling toil and pain; May all yet have the grace to paddle And follow in their train! Beneath the roll of men on-tirely great The Wheel is mightier than the Horse. FLEET WHEEL. 6l FLEET WHEEL. "SWEET HOME" MADE MORE MOVING. With coaches and palace-cars though we may deal, Be it even to tumble, there 's no seat like wheel! A charm from the skies ever follows us there, Which, riding enclosed, is not met anywhere. Wheel, wheel, fleet wheel! There's no seat like wheel! Apart from the wheel, metals dazzle in vain! O give me my high, burnished 'cycle again! The boys mounting gayly that came at the call; O give me fleet pace of leg, dearer than all! Wheel, wheel, fleet wheel! There's no seat like wheel! WHAT TO DO. If sad that Fortune's wheel can't use thee well, And seeking for some surer " dear Gazelle," Cheer up, step up, and try the bicycle. 62 HIS FIRST RIDE. HIS FIRST RIDE. By Sir Frightful Plagiary Taken from Miss Alice Carey. Earth with its slow and tiresome ills Recedes some feet away; Lift up y'r heads, ye neighboring hills, I 'm coming out your way! My soul is full of pilfered song, Highwayman's is my right; Bicycles that I feared too long, Are things of life--and light. My pulses fast and fearless beat, My limbs seek wider bounds, I feel grow firm beneath my feet The rubber pedal rounds. A Fifty-inch the courage gives High as the brave to go; Same force in my two-wheeler lives, Our circulations show. " MORTALITY" ENLIVENED. 63 This is the safe and narrow way--The wires sing in the wind--To men...
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Add this copy of Lyra Bicyclica, Forty Poets on the Wheel to cart. $54.95, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2019 by Wentworth Press.
