The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... rise ; The rose has but a summer's reign , The daisy never dies . J. MONTGOMERY . A CHILD'S MORNING PRAYER . ONCE more the light of B 3 THE MODERN SPEAKER . 5 Page Mrs Sigourney 450 Crabbe 371 J Montgomery 104 STARS: Page.
... rise ; The rose has but a summer's reign , The daisy never dies . J. MONTGOMERY . A CHILD'S MORNING PRAYER . ONCE more the light of B 3 THE MODERN SPEAKER . 5 Page Mrs Sigourney 450 Crabbe 371 J Montgomery 104 STARS: Page.
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Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER. A CHILD'S MORNING PRAYER . ONCE more the light of day I see ; Lord ! with it let me raise My heart and voice in song to Thee , Of gratitude and praise . The " busy bee " ere this hath gone O ...
Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER. A CHILD'S MORNING PRAYER . ONCE more the light of day I see ; Lord ! with it let me raise My heart and voice in song to Thee , Of gratitude and praise . The " busy bee " ere this hath gone O ...
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... once like spring - time smil❜d , On earth no more thou'lt see . A rose's brief , bright life of joy , Such unto him was given ! - Go ! thou must play alone , my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven . " " And has he left the birds and flowers ...
... once like spring - time smil❜d , On earth no more thou'lt see . A rose's brief , bright life of joy , Such unto him was given ! - Go ! thou must play alone , my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven . " " And has he left the birds and flowers ...
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... once of old , the Lord God's voice Is heard among the trees . Here on the hills He feeds his herds , His flocks on yonder plains : His praise is warbled by the birds ; O could we catch their strains ! Mount with the lark , and bear our ...
... once of old , the Lord God's voice Is heard among the trees . Here on the hills He feeds his herds , His flocks on yonder plains : His praise is warbled by the birds ; O could we catch their strains ! Mount with the lark , and bear our ...
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... once a mother's pride , And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died , And I am now an Orphan Boy . Poor foolish child ! how pleas'd was I , When news of Nelson's victory came , Along the crowded streets to ...
... once a mother's pride , And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died , And I am now an Orphan Boy . Poor foolish child ! how pleas'd was I , When news of Nelson's victory came , Along the crowded streets to ...
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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...