The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... Live to work , but die to rest : When my time on earth shall end , then my soul befriend ? What may Let me learn of thee . Varied plants , with mingled odours , Nature oft presents below ; Some may please , yet some forebode us ; Teach ...
... Live to work , but die to rest : When my time on earth shall end , then my soul befriend ? What may Let me learn of thee . Varied plants , with mingled odours , Nature oft presents below ; Some may please , yet some forebode us ; Teach ...
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... scattered crumbs to share . The loneliest wood that man can trace , To thee a pleasant dwelling gives ; In every town and crowded place The tame domestic robin lives : Go where we will , in every spot Thy little THE MODERN SPEAKER . 41.
... scattered crumbs to share . The loneliest wood that man can trace , To thee a pleasant dwelling gives ; In every town and crowded place The tame domestic robin lives : Go where we will , in every spot Thy little THE MODERN SPEAKER . 41.
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... live , Himself shall lose the way . J. MONTGOMERY . THE RAINBOW . SOFT glowing in uncertain birth ' Twixt nature's smiles and tears , The bow , O Lord , which thou hast bent , Bright in the cloud appears . The portal of thy dwelling ...
... live , Himself shall lose the way . J. MONTGOMERY . THE RAINBOW . SOFT glowing in uncertain birth ' Twixt nature's smiles and tears , The bow , O Lord , which thou hast bent , Bright in the cloud appears . The portal of thy dwelling ...
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... lives on the wide wide sea , On the craggy ice , in the frozen air , And only seeketh her rocky lair To warm her young , and teach them to spring At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing ! O'er the deep ! o'er the deep ! Where the ...
... lives on the wide wide sea , On the craggy ice , in the frozen air , And only seeketh her rocky lair To warm her young , and teach them to spring At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing ! O'er the deep ! o'er the deep ! Where the ...
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... lives away In this neglected place . And O , till Nature's final doom , Here unmolested may they bloom , From scythe and plough secure ; This bank their cradle and their tomb , While earth and skies endure . J. MONTGOMERY . A WISH ...
... lives away In this neglected place . And O , till Nature's final doom , Here unmolested may they bloom , From scythe and plough secure ; This bank their cradle and their tomb , While earth and skies endure . J. MONTGOMERY . A WISH ...
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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
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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...