The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... spirit loose again . Then dear to me the Sabbath morn , The village bells , the shepherd's voice ; These oft have found my heart forlorn , And always bid that heart rejoice . Go , man of pleasure , strike thy lyre , Of broken Sabbaths ...
... spirit loose again . Then dear to me the Sabbath morn , The village bells , the shepherd's voice ; These oft have found my heart forlorn , And always bid that heart rejoice . Go , man of pleasure , strike thy lyre , Of broken Sabbaths ...
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... spirit meek I call , on bended knee , What blessing shall thy father seek , My Agatha , for thee ? Be thine the good , He wills to grant , He , who enthron'd on high , Is wise to know whate'er we want , And powerful to supply . I will ...
... spirit meek I call , on bended knee , What blessing shall thy father seek , My Agatha , for thee ? Be thine the good , He wills to grant , He , who enthron'd on high , Is wise to know whate'er we want , And powerful to supply . I will ...
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... spirit blows , The breath of life and health . His blessings fall in plenteous showers Upon the lap of earth , That teems with foliage , fruit , and flowers , And rings with infant mirth . If God hath made this world so fair , Where sin ...
... spirit blows , The breath of life and health . His blessings fall in plenteous showers Upon the lap of earth , That teems with foliage , fruit , and flowers , And rings with infant mirth . If God hath made this world so fair , Where sin ...
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... spirits oppress'd , What pleasure to think , as the last is receding , To - morrow will be a sweet sabbath of rest . And when the vain shadows of life are retiring , When life is fast fleeting , and death is in sight , The Christian ...
... spirits oppress'd , What pleasure to think , as the last is receding , To - morrow will be a sweet sabbath of rest . And when the vain shadows of life are retiring , When life is fast fleeting , and death is in sight , The Christian ...
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... spirit ere we part . Yet , to leave thee sorrowing rends me , Though again His voice I hear : Rise ! may every grace attend thee ; Rise ! and seek to meet me there . CECIL . ENGLAND'S OAK . LET India boast its spicy trees , 34 THE ...
... spirit ere we part . Yet , to leave thee sorrowing rends me , Though again His voice I hear : Rise ! may every grace attend thee ; Rise ! and seek to meet me there . CECIL . ENGLAND'S OAK . LET India boast its spicy trees , 34 THE ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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!
Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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,...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...