The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form ; yet , on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon depart . He who from zone to zone , Guides through the 14 THE MODERN SPEAKER .
... nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form ; yet , on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon depart . He who from zone to zone , Guides through the 14 THE MODERN SPEAKER .
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... hast ALL seasons for thine own , O Death ! Day is for mortal care , Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth , Night for the dreams of sleep , the voice of prayer ; But all for thee , thou mightiest of the earth . The banquet hath ...
... hast ALL seasons for thine own , O Death ! Day is for mortal care , Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth , Night for the dreams of sleep , the voice of prayer ; But all for thee , thou mightiest of the earth . The banquet hath ...
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... hast ALL seasons for thine own , O Death ! MRS . HEMANS . A BOOK . I'm a strange contradiction ; I'm new , and I'm old , I am often in tatters , and oft deck'd with gold . Though I never could read , yet letter'd I'm found ; Though ...
... hast ALL seasons for thine own , O Death ! MRS . HEMANS . A BOOK . I'm a strange contradiction ; I'm new , and I'm old , I am often in tatters , and oft deck'd with gold . Though I never could read , yet letter'd I'm found ; Though ...
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... Hast power to aid and bless , Whose aching heart or burning brow Thy soothing hand may press . Thy neighbour ? - ' tis the fainting poor , Whose eye with want is dim , Whom hunger sends from door to door- Go thou , and succour him . Thy ...
... Hast power to aid and bless , Whose aching heart or burning brow Thy soothing hand may press . Thy neighbour ? - ' tis the fainting poor , Whose eye with want is dim , Whom hunger sends from door to door- Go thou , and succour him . Thy ...
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... hast a place . The rose , with bright and peerless bloom , Attracteth many eyes ; But while her glories and perfume Expire before brief summer's doom , Thy fragrance never dies . Thou art not like the fickle train Our adverse fates ...
... hast a place . The rose , with bright and peerless bloom , Attracteth many eyes ; But while her glories and perfume Expire before brief summer's doom , Thy fragrance never dies . Thou art not like the fickle train Our adverse fates ...
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The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for ... Modern poetical speaker,Fanny Bury PALLISER Visos knygos peržiūra - 1845 |
The Modern Poetical Speaker Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for ... Modern Poetical Speaker Peržiūra negalima - 2016 |
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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
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