The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... rich or fair ; Nor tempt my God for what may be No blessing , but a snare . But O ! a frame be thine , with health , The truest beauty , blest ! And O ! be thine , the truest wealth , A wise contented breast ! Be thine , another's grief ...
... rich or fair ; Nor tempt my God for what may be No blessing , but a snare . But O ! a frame be thine , with health , The truest beauty , blest ! And O ! be thine , the truest wealth , A wise contented breast ! Be thine , another's grief ...
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... rich your myrtle's breath may rise , Soft , soft your winds may be : Yet my sick heart within me dies Where is my own blue sea ? - - I hear the shepherd's mountain flute - I hear the whispering tree ; The echoes of my soul are mute ...
... rich your myrtle's breath may rise , Soft , soft your winds may be : Yet my sick heart within me dies Where is my own blue sea ? - - I hear the shepherd's mountain flute - I hear the whispering tree ; The echoes of my soul are mute ...
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... rich and rare perfume . Let Portugal and haughty Spain Display their orange - groves ; And France exult her vines to train Around her trim alcoves . Old England has a tree as strong , As stately as them all , As worthy of a minstrel's ...
... rich and rare perfume . Let Portugal and haughty Spain Display their orange - groves ; And France exult her vines to train Around her trim alcoves . Old England has a tree as strong , As stately as them all , As worthy of a minstrel's ...
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... Rich man ask'd of me ; Come , walk abroad with me , I said , And I will answer thee . ' Twas evening , and the frozen streets Were cheerless to behold ; And we were wrapt and coated well , And yet we were a - cold . We met an old bare ...
... Rich man ask'd of me ; Come , walk abroad with me , I said , And I will answer thee . ' Twas evening , and the frozen streets Were cheerless to behold ; And we were wrapt and coated well , And yet we were a - cold . We met an old bare ...
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... Rich man then , For silently stood he , - You ask'd me why the Poor complain , And these have answer'd thee ! SOUTHEY . THE BETTER LAND . I HEAR thee speak of a better land ; Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother ! oh , where ...
... Rich man then , For silently stood he , - You ask'd me why the Poor complain , And these have answer'd thee ! SOUTHEY . THE BETTER LAND . I HEAR thee speak of a better land ; Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother ! oh , where ...
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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...