The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... side ? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast , - The desert and illimitable air , - Lone wandering , but not lost . All day thy wings have fann'd , At that far height , the cold , thin atmosphere , Yet ...
... side ? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast , - The desert and illimitable air , - Lone wandering , but not lost . All day thy wings have fann'd , At that far height , the cold , thin atmosphere , Yet ...
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... besprent . He call'd his child - no voice replied ; He search'd - with terror wild ; Blood ! blood ! he found on ev'ry side , But nowhere found the child ! " Monster ! by thee my child's devour'd ! " THE MODERN SPEAKER . 29 29.
... besprent . He call'd his child - no voice replied ; He search'd - with terror wild ; Blood ! blood ! he found on ev'ry side , But nowhere found the child ! " Monster ! by thee my child's devour'd ! " THE MODERN SPEAKER . 29 29.
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... side ! - His suppliant , as to earth he fell , No pity could impart ; But still his Gelert's dying yell Pass'd heavy o'er his heart . Arous'd by Gelert's dying yell , Some slumb'rer waken'd nigh ; What words the parent's joy can tell ...
... side ! - His suppliant , as to earth he fell , No pity could impart ; But still his Gelert's dying yell Pass'd heavy o'er his heart . Arous'd by Gelert's dying yell , Some slumb'rer waken'd nigh ; What words the parent's joy can tell ...
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... side , Or their own free companionship on the heathy common wide . Hunger and cold and weariness , these are a frightful three ; But another curse there is beside , that darkens poverty ; It may not have one thing to love , how small ...
... side , Or their own free companionship on the heathy common wide . Hunger and cold and weariness , these are a frightful three ; But another curse there is beside , that darkens poverty ; It may not have one thing to love , how small ...
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... side , ' Gainst evil accident provide ; - Fall , or jar , or overlay ; And so the precious charge convey Through all the dangers of the way . But when those are battled through , Fairies more remains to do ; Ye must gift , before ye go ...
... side , ' Gainst evil accident provide ; - Fall , or jar , or overlay ; And so the precious charge convey Through all the dangers of the way . But when those are battled through , Fairies more remains to do ; Ye must gift , before ye go ...
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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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AUBREY DE VERE BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath bird bloom blossoms blue Boabdil breast breath breeze bright brow CAROLINE FRY child clouds Clusium dark dead dear death deep delight earth Edition ev'ry fair fear flowers friends Gelert gentle gleam gloom glorious glory glow grave green grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven Henry of Luxembourg hill hope horned owl hour king land Lars Porsena light lone look look'd Lord lov'd morn mother's mountain night o'er pale pass'd Pompeii Populonia prayer pride rest rill rock Rome rose round seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stood storm stranger's heart stream sweet tears thee thine Thou art thought Tiber tree turn'd Twas Venice voice waves weep wild wind wing youth
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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...