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... grave and I'm gay , I am heavy and light.— In form too I differ , —I'm thick and I'm thin , I've no flesh and no bone , yet I'm covered with skin ; I've more points than the compass , more stops than the flute ; I sing without voice ...
... grave and I'm gay , I am heavy and light.— In form too I differ , —I'm thick and I'm thin , I've no flesh and no bone , yet I'm covered with skin ; I've more points than the compass , more stops than the flute ; I sing without voice ...
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... greyhound , named Gelert was given him by his father - in - law , King John , in the year 1205. The place to this day is called Beth Gelert , or the grave of Gelert . " Oh , where does faithful Gelert roam ? The 28 THE MODERN SPEAKER .
... greyhound , named Gelert was given him by his father - in - law , King John , in the year 1205. The place to this day is called Beth Gelert , or the grave of Gelert . " Oh , where does faithful Gelert roam ? The 28 THE MODERN SPEAKER .
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... shelter them . Thy neighbour ? — yonder toiling slave , Fetter'd in thought and limb , Whose hopes are all beyond the grave— Go thou , and ransom him . Where'er thou meet'st a human form Less favour'd than thine THE MODERN SPEAKER . 31.
... shelter them . Thy neighbour ? — yonder toiling slave , Fetter'd in thought and limb , Whose hopes are all beyond the grave— Go thou , and ransom him . Where'er thou meet'st a human form Less favour'd than thine THE MODERN SPEAKER . 31.
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... grave ; Nor willow , though it fondly bends Its branches o'er the wave . Nor birch , although its slender tress Be beautifully fair , As graceful in its loveliness As maiden's flowing hair . ' Tis not the poplar , though its height May ...
... grave ; Nor willow , though it fondly bends Its branches o'er the wave . Nor birch , although its slender tress Be beautifully fair , As graceful in its loveliness As maiden's flowing hair . ' Tis not the poplar , though its height May ...
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... grave . J. MONTGOMERY . TO THE REDBREAST . SWEET little bird in russet coat , The livery of the closing year , I love thy lonely , plaintive note , And tiny whispering song to hear . As on the stile or garden - seat I sit , to watch the ...
... grave . J. MONTGOMERY . TO THE REDBREAST . SWEET little bird in russet coat , The livery of the closing year , I love thy lonely , plaintive note , And tiny whispering song to hear . As on the stile or garden - seat I sit , to watch the ...
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Autres éditions - Tout afficher
The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for ... Modern poetical speaker,Fanny Bury PALLISER Affichage du livre entier - 1845 |
The Modern Poetical Speaker: Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for ... Modern Poetical Speaker Aucun aperçu disponible - 2016 |
Expressions et termes fréquents
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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Page 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!
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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,...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...