The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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42. oldal
... thousand throats Leaves thee as if to pipe alone . No listening ear the shepherd lends , The simple ploughman marks thee not , And then by all thy autumn friends Thou'rt missing and forgot . ' Tis wrong that thou should'st be despis'd ...
... thousand throats Leaves thee as if to pipe alone . No listening ear the shepherd lends , The simple ploughman marks thee not , And then by all thy autumn friends Thou'rt missing and forgot . ' Tis wrong that thou should'st be despis'd ...
50. oldal
... thousand flocks were on the hills a thousand flocks and more- Feeding in sunshine pleasantly — they were the rich man's store ; There was the while one little lamb beside the cottage door ; A little lamb that did lie down with the ...
... thousand flocks were on the hills a thousand flocks and more- Feeding in sunshine pleasantly — they were the rich man's store ; There was the while one little lamb beside the cottage door ; A little lamb that did lie down with the ...
53. oldal
... thousands are dash'd in the tide . Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah has triumph'd , -his people are free . MOORE . THE OAK AND THE REED . ( FROM LA FONTAINE . ) THE Oak one day address'd the Reed : " To you ...
... thousands are dash'd in the tide . Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah has triumph'd , -his people are free . MOORE . THE OAK AND THE REED . ( FROM LA FONTAINE . ) THE Oak one day address'd the Reed : " To you ...
54. oldal
... thousand ways , Her victims to ensnare : All broad , and winding , and aslope , All tempting with perfidious hope , All ending in despair ... Millions of pilgrims throng those roads , Bearing their baubles 54 THE MODERN SPEAKER .
... thousand ways , Her victims to ensnare : All broad , and winding , and aslope , All tempting with perfidious hope , All ending in despair ... Millions of pilgrims throng those roads , Bearing their baubles 54 THE MODERN SPEAKER .
66. oldal
... THOUSAND miles from land are we , Tossing about on the roaring sea ; From billow to bounding billow cast , Like fleecy snow on the stormy blast : The sails are scatter'd about like weeds , The strong masts shake like quivering reeds ...
... THOUSAND miles from land are we , Tossing about on the roaring sea ; From billow to bounding billow cast , Like fleecy snow on the stormy blast : The sails are scatter'd about like weeds , The strong masts shake like quivering reeds ...
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306. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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...