The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... stand ye idle here . " Ye whose young cheeks are rosy bright , Whose hands are strong , whose hearts are clear , Waste not of youth the morning light ; Oh fools , why stand ye idle here ? And ye whose scanty locks of grey Foretell your ...
... stand ye idle here . " Ye whose young cheeks are rosy bright , Whose hands are strong , whose hearts are clear , Waste not of youth the morning light ; Oh fools , why stand ye idle here ? And ye whose scanty locks of grey Foretell your ...
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... The ocean round the land . Lift to the firmament your eye , Thither his path pursue ; His glory , boundless as the sky , O'erwhelms the wondering view . He bows the heavens the mountains stand - A highway 12 THE MODERN SPEAKER .
... The ocean round the land . Lift to the firmament your eye , Thither his path pursue ; His glory , boundless as the sky , O'erwhelms the wondering view . He bows the heavens the mountains stand - A highway 12 THE MODERN SPEAKER .
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Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER. He bows the heavens the mountains stand - A highway for their God ; He walks amidst the desert land , ' Tis Eden where He trod . The forests in his strength rejoice ; Hark ! on the evening ...
Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER. He bows the heavens the mountains stand - A highway for their God ; He walks amidst the desert land , ' Tis Eden where He trod . The forests in his strength rejoice ; Hark ! on the evening ...
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... stands , That even a child just taught to go May reach thee with its hands . Dear favourite bird ! thy under notes In spring's gay music mix unknown ; The concert from a thousand throats Leaves thee as if to pipe alone . No listening ...
... stands , That even a child just taught to go May reach thee with its hands . Dear favourite bird ! thy under notes In spring's gay music mix unknown ; The concert from a thousand throats Leaves thee as if to pipe alone . No listening ...
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... stand , Impatient of thy ruling hand , How oft I've wish'd to break the lines Thy wisdom to my lot assigns ! How oft indulg'd a vain desire For something more , or something higher ! And , but for grace , and love divine , A fate thus ...
... stand , Impatient of thy ruling hand , How oft I've wish'd to break the lines Thy wisdom to my lot assigns ! How oft indulg'd a vain desire For something more , or something higher ! And , but for grace , and love divine , A fate thus ...
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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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Стр. 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!
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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,...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...