The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... passing current as " sacred " poetry , has been found to contain doctrine at variance with Scriptural truth . Should anything in the fol- lowing pages appear contradictory to this state- ment , a ready solution will be found in the ...
... passing current as " sacred " poetry , has been found to contain doctrine at variance with Scriptural truth . Should anything in the fol- lowing pages appear contradictory to this state- ment , a ready solution will be found in the ...
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... pass away , And yet you lament not the days that are gone ; Now tell me the reason , I pray . In the days of my youth , Father William replied , I remember'd that youth could not last ; I thought of the future , whatever I did , That I ...
... pass away , And yet you lament not the days that are gone ; Now tell me the reason , I pray . In the days of my youth , Father William replied , I remember'd that youth could not last ; I thought of the future , whatever I did , That I ...
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... Pass we blithely then the time , Fearless of the snare and lime , Free from doubt and faithless sorrow : God provideth for the morrow . " HEBER . AN ITALIAN SONG . DEAR is my little native vale THE MODERN SPEAKER . 15.
... Pass we blithely then the time , Fearless of the snare and lime , Free from doubt and faithless sorrow : God provideth for the morrow . " HEBER . AN ITALIAN SONG . DEAR is my little native vale THE MODERN SPEAKER . 15.
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... passing villager . The squirrel leaps from tree to tree , And shells his nuts at liberty . In orange - groves and myrtle - bowers , That breathe a gale of fragrance round , I charm the fairy - footed hours With my lov'd lute's romantic ...
... passing villager . The squirrel leaps from tree to tree , And shells his nuts at liberty . In orange - groves and myrtle - bowers , That breathe a gale of fragrance round , I charm the fairy - footed hours With my lov'd lute's romantic ...
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... pass'd , ( And on went Gelert too , ) And still where'er his eyes were cast , Fresh blood - gouts shock'd his view ! O'erturn'd his infant's bed he found , The blood - stain'd cover rent , And all around the walls and ground With recent ...
... pass'd , ( And on went Gelert too , ) And still where'er his eyes were cast , Fresh blood - gouts shock'd his view ! O'erturn'd his infant's bed he found , The blood - stain'd cover rent , And all around the walls and ground With recent ...
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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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306 ページ - 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!
383 ページ - 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!
14 ページ - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
136 ページ - 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.
70 ページ - 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,...
61 ページ - 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.
198 ページ - 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...
225 ページ - 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.
398 ページ - 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...