The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1904 |
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... .................................................... .... xii . 42 Four Lives ......... ............ . ....................................... ..... Garnet B. Freeman . xii . 87 Fast Mail and the Stage , The ..................
... .................................................... .... xii . 42 Four Lives ......... ............ . ....................................... ..... Garnet B. Freeman . xii . 87 Fast Mail and the Stage , The ..................
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... live in , and town lots , and plenty of money ; and he looked after her and took care of her all the time ; and when she was down with the small - pox , I'm cuss'd if he did'nt set up nights and nuss her himself ! Beg your pardon for ...
... live in , and town lots , and plenty of money ; and he looked after her and took care of her all the time ; and when she was down with the small - pox , I'm cuss'd if he did'nt set up nights and nuss her himself ! Beg your pardon for ...
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... lives , And only on hourly sacrifice The demon lives and thrives . And can we not do this , dear friends , In the years that are to come ? Let each one work to save and keep Her loved ones and her home ; Then the ransomed soul shall ...
... lives , And only on hourly sacrifice The demon lives and thrives . And can we not do this , dear friends , In the years that are to come ? Let each one work to save and keep Her loved ones and her home ; Then the ransomed soul shall ...
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... heart has a void in it still , Growing deeper and wider the longer we live , That nought but Religion can fill . THERE'S A SILVER LINING TO EVERY CLOUD . ELIZA COOK 52 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS 32 xii True Source of Contentment.
... heart has a void in it still , Growing deeper and wider the longer we live , That nought but Religion can fill . THERE'S A SILVER LINING TO EVERY CLOUD . ELIZA COOK 52 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS 32 xii True Source of Contentment.
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... boyish love , yet still , Oh , listless woman ! weary lover ! To feel once more that fresh , wild thrill I'd give but who can live youth over ? NOBODY THERE . 1 was the last new boy at 58 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS.
... boyish love , yet still , Oh , listless woman ! weary lover ! To feel once more that fresh , wild thrill I'd give but who can live youth over ? NOBODY THERE . 1 was the last new boy at 58 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS.
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Alma River arms beautiful Binley blessed Blifkins bosom brave breast breath brow carronade Caudle cheek cheer child cold cried dark deacon dead dear death door earth ELIZA COOK eyes face father fear Feely feet fire friends gaze give gone good-bye to earth grave hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hour ivy green kiss knew land laugh light lips live Lochiel look Lord mind Miss morning mother neath never nevermore night o'er once passed poor pray prayer roar round Saladin seemed shoomp shout sigh silent sleep smile Snob soul stand stood sweet tears tell thee there's thing thou thought told turned Twas Twill Uncle Tom venison voice wave weary weep wife wild wind woman wonder words young
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Стр. 167 - Such an act, That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows As false as dicers...
Стр. 140 - Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Стр. 169 - My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music : it is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word ; which madness Would gambol from.
Стр. 38 - Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart, as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep; — Rock me to sleep, mother, —rock me to sleep ! Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
Стр. 122 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river: For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Стр. 71 - 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, unhonored and unsung.
Стр. 83 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; Nothing but thunder.
Стр. 121 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Стр. 167 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Стр. 112 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection.