The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... look around thee ! Green and flowery fields surround thee ; Every little stream is bright ; All the orchard trees are white ; And each small and waving shoot Has for thee sweet flower or fruit . Turn thy eyes to earth and heaven , God ...
... look around thee ! Green and flowery fields surround thee ; Every little stream is bright ; All the orchard trees are white ; And each small and waving shoot Has for thee sweet flower or fruit . Turn thy eyes to earth and heaven , God ...
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... look upward to adore ! - Bird of the happy , heaven - ward song ! Could but the poet act thy part , This soul , up - borne on wings as strong As thought can give , from earth might start ; And with a far diviner art Than genius ever can ...
... look upward to adore ! - Bird of the happy , heaven - ward song ! Could but the poet act thy part , This soul , up - borne on wings as strong As thought can give , from earth might start ; And with a far diviner art Than genius ever can ...
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... looks must pity wake , " Tis want that makes my cheek so pale . Yet I was once a mother's pride , And my brave ... look'd , and smil'd ; My mother through her tears replied , " You'll know too soon , ill - fated child ! " And now ...
... looks must pity wake , " Tis want that makes my cheek so pale . Yet I was once a mother's pride , And my brave ... look'd , and smil'd ; My mother through her tears replied , " You'll know too soon , ill - fated child ! " And now ...
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... Look down , dear parents ! look and see Your happy , happy Orphan Boy . MRS . OPIE . EPIPHANY . BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness , and lend us thine aid ! Star of the East , the horizon adorning ...
... Look down , dear parents ! look and see Your happy , happy Orphan Boy . MRS . OPIE . EPIPHANY . BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness , and lend us thine aid ! Star of the East , the horizon adorning ...
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... look like things too glorious for decay , And smile at thee ; but thou art not of those Who wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey . Leaves have their time to fall , And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath , And stars to ...
... look like things too glorious for decay , And smile at thee ; but thou art not of those Who wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey . Leaves have their time to fall , And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath , And stars to ...
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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...