The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... breast , The blue - fly bends its pensile stem Light o'er the skylark's nest . " Tis Flora's page : -in every place , In every season fresh and fair , It opens with perennial grace , And blossoms everywhere . On waste and woodland ...
... breast , The blue - fly bends its pensile stem Light o'er the skylark's nest . " Tis Flora's page : -in every place , In every season fresh and fair , It opens with perennial grace , And blossoms everywhere . On waste and woodland ...
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... breast ! Be thine , another's grief to feel , Another's joy to share ! Be thine , the grateful hymn in weal , In woe the faithful prayer ! Thy own defects be thine to know , To trust thy Saviour's love , In peace to sojourn here below ...
... breast ! Be thine , another's grief to feel , Another's joy to share ! Be thine , the grateful hymn in weal , In woe the faithful prayer ! Thy own defects be thine to know , To trust thy Saviour's love , In peace to sojourn here below ...
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... breast Shield you from frost ? Ah ! haste your winter stock to save , That snug within your Christmas cave , When snows fall fast and tempests rave , You may remain : And the hard season braving there , On spring's warm gales you will ...
... breast Shield you from frost ? Ah ! haste your winter stock to save , That snug within your Christmas cave , When snows fall fast and tempests rave , You may remain : And the hard season braving there , On spring's warm gales you will ...
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... mother ? The Lark , my child , - The morn has just look'd out , and smil❜d , When he starts from his humble , grassy nest , and away with the dew on his breast And is up And a hymn in his heart , to yon pure C 4 THE MODERN SPEAKER . 23 4.
... mother ? The Lark , my child , - The morn has just look'd out , and smil❜d , When he starts from his humble , grassy nest , and away with the dew on his breast And is up And a hymn in his heart , to yon pure C 4 THE MODERN SPEAKER . 23 4.
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... breast , Constant and pure , by that lonely nest , As the wave is pour'd from some crystal urn , For her distant dear one's quick return . Ever , my son , be thou like the dove , - In friendship as faithful , as constant in love . What ...
... breast , Constant and pure , by that lonely nest , As the wave is pour'd from some crystal urn , For her distant dear one's quick return . Ever , my son , be thou like the dove , - In friendship as faithful , as constant in love . What ...
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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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Page 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!
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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,...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...