The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... God For thee , dear babe , I crave . And if aright my suit I plead , O may thy parents see Thus , thus , their anxious cares repaid , My Agatha , in thee . MANT . TO THE HUMBLE BEE . GOOD - MORROW , gentle 10 THE MODERN SPEAKER .
... God For thee , dear babe , I crave . And if aright my suit I plead , O may thy parents see Thus , thus , their anxious cares repaid , My Agatha , in thee . MANT . TO THE HUMBLE BEE . GOOD - MORROW , gentle 10 THE MODERN SPEAKER .
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... gentle humble bee : You are abroad betimes , I see , And sportive fly from tree to tree , To take the air ; And visit each gay flower that blows ; While ev'ry bell and bud that glows , Quite from the daisy to the rose , Your visits ...
... gentle humble bee : You are abroad betimes , I see , And sportive fly from tree to tree , To take the air ; And visit each gay flower that blows ; While ev'ry bell and bud that glows , Quite from the daisy to the rose , Your visits ...
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... gentle lady , do not chide ; Trust me , I mean to earn my bread ; The sailor's orphan boy has pride . Lady , you weep ! -Ha ! —this to me ? You'll give me clothing , food , employ ? Look down , dear parents ! look and see Your happy ...
... gentle lady , do not chide ; Trust me , I mean to earn my bread ; The sailor's orphan boy has pride . Lady , you weep ! -Ha ! —this to me ? You'll give me clothing , food , employ ? Look down , dear parents ! look and see Your happy ...
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... gentle 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 ...
... gentle 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 ...
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... Gently close mine eyes in death . Blessings endless , richest blessings , Pour their streams upon thy heart ! Though no language yet possessing- Breathes my spirit ere we part . Yet , to leave thee sorrowing rends me , Though again His ...
... Gently close mine eyes in death . Blessings endless , richest blessings , Pour their streams upon thy heart ! Though no language yet possessing- Breathes my spirit ere we part . Yet , to leave thee sorrowing rends me , Though again His ...
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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
Pasajes populares
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...