The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... thing , If it would last : But you , no doubt , have wisely thought These joys may be too dearly bought , And will not unprepared be caught , When summer's past . For soon will fly the laughing hours , And this delightful waste of ...
... thing , If it would last : But you , no doubt , have wisely thought These joys may be too dearly bought , And will not unprepared be caught , When summer's past . For soon will fly the laughing hours , And this delightful waste of ...
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... things too glorious for decay , And smile at thee ; but thou art not of those Who wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey . Leaves have their time to fall , And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath , And stars to set ; -but ...
... things too glorious for decay , And smile at thee ; but thou art not of those Who wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey . Leaves have their time to fall , And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath , And stars to set ; -but ...
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... thing which perish'd there , Was that young and faithful heart . MRS . HEMANS . THE DYING INFANT TO ITS MOTHER . CEASE here longer to detain me , Fondest mother , drown'd in woe ; Now thy fond caresses pain me , Morn advances - let me ...
... thing which perish'd there , Was that young and faithful heart . MRS . HEMANS . THE DYING INFANT TO ITS MOTHER . CEASE here longer to detain me , Fondest mother , drown'd in woe ; Now thy fond caresses pain me , Morn advances - let me ...
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... things ? " Not there , not there , my child . " - Is it far away , in some region old , Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold- Where the burning rays of the ruby shine , And the diamond lights up the secret mine , And the pearl ...
... things ? " Not there , not there , my child . " - Is it far away , in some region old , Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold- Where the burning rays of the ruby shine , And the diamond lights up the secret mine , And the pearl ...
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... thing , ' tis full of grief and pain , It boweth down the heart of man , and dulls his cunning brain ; It maketh even the little child ... things have they to call their own , to THE MODERN SPEAKER . 49 The Lilies of the Field Heber Ditto.
... thing , ' tis full of grief and pain , It boweth down the heart of man , and dulls his cunning brain ; It maketh even the little child ... things have they to call their own , to THE MODERN SPEAKER . 49 The Lilies of the Field Heber Ditto.
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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...