The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for Recitation Extracted from the Poets of the Nineteenth Century |
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... Poor The Charities of the Poor The Pauper's Deathbed The Factory Child ...... ................ Pity for Poor Little Sweeps ..... The Weaver's Song ........ The Widow's Mite ........ Who is my Neighbour ?. SLAVERY : Slavery that was The ...
... Poor The Charities of the Poor The Pauper's Deathbed The Factory Child ...... ................ Pity for Poor Little Sweeps ..... The Weaver's Song ........ The Widow's Mite ........ Who is my Neighbour ?. SLAVERY : Slavery that was The ...
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... poor citizens of air ? Barns nor hoarded grain have we , Yet we carol merrily . Mortal , fly from doubt and sorrow ; God provideth for the morrow . " One there lives , whose guardian eye Guides our humble destiny ; One there lives , who ...
... poor citizens of air ? Barns nor hoarded grain have we , Yet we carol merrily . Mortal , fly from doubt and sorrow ; God provideth for the morrow . " One there lives , whose guardian eye Guides our humble destiny ; One there lives , who ...
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... Poor foolish child ! how pleas'd was I , When news of Nelson's victory came , Along the crowded streets to fly , And see the lighted windows flame ! To force me home my mother sought ; She could not bear to see my joy , For with my ...
... Poor foolish child ! how pleas'd was I , When news of Nelson's victory came , Along the crowded streets to fly , And see the lighted windows flame ! To force me home my mother sought ; She could not bear to see my joy , For with my ...
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... ample oblation ; Vainly with gifts would His favour secure : Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor . HEBER . THE HOUR OF DEATH . LEAVES have their time to c 2 THE MODERN SPEAKER . 19.
... ample oblation ; Vainly with gifts would His favour secure : Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor . HEBER . THE HOUR OF DEATH . LEAVES have their time to c 2 THE MODERN SPEAKER . 19.
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... ! " And now a gallant tomb they raise , With costly sculpture deck'd ; And marbles , storied with his praise , Poor Gelert's bones protect . Here never could the spearman pass , Or forester , 30 THE MODERN SPEAKER . 30.
... ! " And now a gallant tomb they raise , With costly sculpture deck'd ; And marbles , storied with his praise , Poor Gelert's bones protect . Here never could the spearman pass , Or forester , 30 THE MODERN SPEAKER . 30.
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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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306 psl. - 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 psl. - 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!
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