The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... arms . The purple heath and golden broom , On moory mountains catch the gale , O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume , The violet in the vale . But this bold floweret climbs the hill , Hides in the forest , haunts the glen , Plays on the ...
... arms . The purple heath and golden broom , On moory mountains catch the gale , O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume , The violet in the vale . But this bold floweret climbs the hill , Hides in the forest , haunts the glen , Plays on the ...
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... , man of pleasure , strike thy lyre , Of broken Sabbaths sing the charms , Ours be the prophet's car of fire , That bears us to a Father's arms . CUNNINGHAM . A FATHER'S PRAYER . WHILE to my God with spirit THE MODERN SPEAKER . 9.
... , man of pleasure , strike thy lyre , Of broken Sabbaths sing the charms , Ours be the prophet's car of fire , That bears us to a Father's arms . CUNNINGHAM . A FATHER'S PRAYER . WHILE to my God with spirit THE MODERN SPEAKER . 9.
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... Oak shall be ! Its stem , though rough , is stout and sound , Its giant branches throw Their arms in shady blessings round O'er man and beast below . Its leaf , though late in spring it shares The D 2 THE MODERN SPEAKER . 35.
... Oak shall be ! Its stem , though rough , is stout and sound , Its giant branches throw Their arms in shady blessings round O'er man and beast below . Its leaf , though late in spring it shares The D 2 THE MODERN SPEAKER . 35.
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... arms are open still . But prouder yet its glories shine , When , in a nobler form , It floats upon the heaving brine , And braves the bursting storm ; Or when , to aid the work of love , To some benighted clime It bears glad tidings ...
... arms are open still . But prouder yet its glories shine , When , in a nobler form , It floats upon the heaving brine , And braves the bursting storm ; Or when , to aid the work of love , To some benighted clime It bears glad tidings ...
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... , Secure from every ill . Thus may'st Thou guard , with gracious arm , The couch whereon I lie , And keep me safe from every harm By Thine all - watchful eye . For day and night to Thee are one , The 48 THE MODERN SPEAKER .
... , Secure from every ill . Thus may'st Thou guard , with gracious arm , The couch whereon I lie , And keep me safe from every harm By Thine all - watchful eye . For day and night to Thee are one , The 48 THE MODERN SPEAKER .
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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...