The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... heads , Or where the gorgeous Sun - flower spreads For you her luscious golden beds , On her broad disk . To live on pleasure's painted wing , To feed on all the sweets of spring , Must be a mighty pleasant thing , If it would last ...
... heads , Or where the gorgeous Sun - flower spreads For you her luscious golden beds , On her broad disk . To live on pleasure's painted wing , To feed on all the sweets of spring , Must be a mighty pleasant thing , If it would last ...
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... head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining , Maker , and Monarch , and Saviour of all ! Say , shall we yield Him , in costly devotion , Odours of Edom and off'rings divine ? Gems of the mountain and pearls ...
... head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining , Maker , and Monarch , and Saviour of all ! Say , shall we yield Him , in costly devotion , Odours of Edom and off'rings divine ? Gems of the mountain and pearls ...
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... head , and bade the child That scream'd behind , be still ; Then told us that her husband serv'd , A soldier , far away , And therefore to her parish she Was begging back her way . * I turn'd me to the Rich man then , For silently stood ...
... head , and bade the child That scream'd behind , be still ; Then told us that her husband serv'd , A soldier , far away , And therefore to her parish she Was begging back her way . * I turn'd me to the Rich man then , For silently stood ...
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... head Each does his small craft mournfully ! -the hungry must be fed ; And that which has a price to bring , must go , to buy us bread ! " It went - oh ! parting hath a pang the hardest heart to wring , But the tender soul of a little ...
... head Each does his small craft mournfully ! -the hungry must be fed ; And that which has a price to bring , must go , to buy us bread ! " It went - oh ! parting hath a pang the hardest heart to wring , But the tender soul of a little ...
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... head doth shake . The while , my tow'ring form Dares with the mountain top The solar blaze to stop , And wrestle with the storm . What seems to you the blast of death , To me is but a zephyr's breath . Beneath my branches had you grown ...
... head doth shake . The while , my tow'ring form Dares with the mountain top The solar blaze to stop , And wrestle with the storm . What seems to you the blast of death , To me is but a zephyr's breath . Beneath my branches had you grown ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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!
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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,...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...