The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... blossom for the tree , With the flower and with the leaf ; Till I come the time is brief . I am coming , I am coming ! Hark , the little bee is humming ; See , the lark is soaring high In the bright and sunny sky ; And the gnats are on ...
... blossom for the tree , With the flower and with the leaf ; Till I come the time is brief . I am coming , I am coming ! Hark , the little bee is humming ; See , the lark is soaring high In the bright and sunny sky ; And the gnats are on ...
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... blossoms everywhere . On waste and woodland , rock and plain , Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The rose has but a summer's reign , The daisy never dies . J. MONTGOMERY . A CHILD'S MORNING PRAYER . ONCE more the light of B 3 THE MODERN ...
... blossoms everywhere . On waste and woodland , rock and plain , Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The rose has but a summer's reign , The daisy never dies . J. MONTGOMERY . A CHILD'S MORNING PRAYER . ONCE more the light of B 3 THE MODERN ...
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... blossom again , Shedding spring's richest odours around . The primrose and cowslip are out , And the fields are with daisies all gay ; While the butterflies , flitting about , Seem glad in the sunshine to play . Not more glad than the ...
... blossom again , Shedding spring's richest odours around . The primrose and cowslip are out , And the fields are with daisies all gay ; While the butterflies , flitting about , Seem glad in the sunshine to play . Not more glad than the ...
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... blossoms with the breeze , Age , withering age , is cropp'd ere night , Man like a shadow flees . And dost Thou look on such an one ? Will God to judgment call A worm , for what a worm hath done Against the Lord of all ? As fail the ...
... blossoms with the breeze , Age , withering age , is cropp'd ere night , Man like a shadow flees . And dost Thou look on such an one ? Will God to judgment call A worm , for what a worm hath done Against the Lord of all ? As fail the ...
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... blossoms sheen * , Thou also hast a place . The rose , with bright and peerless bloom , Attracteth many eyes ; But while her glories and perfume Expire before brief summer's doom , Thy fragrance never dies . Thou art not like the fickle ...
... blossoms sheen * , Thou also hast a place . The rose , with bright and peerless bloom , Attracteth many eyes ; But while her glories and perfume Expire before brief summer's doom , Thy fragrance never dies . Thou art not like the fickle ...
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The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for ... Modern poetical speaker,Fanny Bury PALLISER Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1845 |
The Modern Poetical Speaker: Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for ... Modern Poetical Speaker Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2016 |
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Sida 306 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow!
Sida 383 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Sida 14 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Sida 136 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Sida 70 - This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept,...
Sida 61 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Sida 198 - And to the ragged infant threaten war ; There poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil; There the blue bugloss paints the sterile soil; Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf, The slimy mallow waves her silky leaf...
Sida 225 - THE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Sida 398 - GREEN little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass, And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass : Oh sweet and tiny cousins that belong One to the fields, the other to the hearth...