The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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الصفحة 13
... 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 song Up to the gates of light , Or ...
... 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 song Up to the gates of light , Or ...
الصفحة 28
... heard the bugle sound , And cheerly smil'd the morn , And many a brach , and many a hound , Attend Llewellyn's horn . And still he blew a louder blast , And gave a louder cheer ; " Come , Gelert ! why art thou the last , Llewellyn's ...
... heard the bugle sound , And cheerly smil'd the morn , And many a brach , and many a hound , Attend Llewellyn's horn . And still he blew a louder blast , And gave a louder cheer ; " Come , Gelert ! why art thou the last , Llewellyn's ...
الصفحة 32
... heard . He call'd aloud : 66 Say , father , say , If yet my task is done ? " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son . A boy about thirteen years old , son to the captain of the Orient , remained at his post , in the ...
... heard . He call'd aloud : 66 Say , father , say , If yet my task is done ? " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son . A boy about thirteen years old , son to the captain of the Orient , remained at his post , in the ...
الصفحة 45
... heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; Beyond the clouds , and beyond the tomb It is there , it is there , my child ...
... heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; Beyond the clouds , and beyond the tomb It is there , it is there , my child ...
الصفحة 54
... heard . The north sent forth her fiercest child , Dark , jagged , pitiless , and wild . The oak , erect , endur'd the blow ; The reed bow'd gracefully and low . But , gathering up its strength once more , In greater fury than before ...
... heard . The north sent forth her fiercest child , Dark , jagged , pitiless , and wild . The oak , erect , endur'd the blow ; The reed bow'd gracefully and low . But , gathering up its strength once more , In greater fury than before ...
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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
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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,...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...