The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1904 |
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... voice , and said , in lugubrious tones : " Are you the duck that runs the gospel - mill next door ? " " Am I the - pardon me , I believe I do not understand . " With another sigh and a half sob , Scotty rejoined : " Why you see we are ...
... voice , and said , in lugubrious tones : " Are you the duck that runs the gospel - mill next door ? " " Am I the - pardon me , I believe I do not understand . " With another sigh and a half sob , Scotty rejoined : " Why you see we are ...
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... voice to voice , till the sound shall sweep , Like rum's death - knell , o'er the earth , - And the weak and wavering shall hear , And the faint grow brave and strong , And the true , and good , and great , and wise Join hands to right ...
... voice to voice , till the sound shall sweep , Like rum's death - knell , o'er the earth , - And the weak and wavering shall hear , And the faint grow brave and strong , And the true , and good , and great , and wise Join hands to right ...
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... voice which thrills o'er the earth , Will with the fair angels keep vigils around thee , Rejoicing that , freed from the fetters that bound thee , Released from its anguish , its watchings , its weeping , It rests far above where its ...
... voice which thrills o'er the earth , Will with the fair angels keep vigils around thee , Rejoicing that , freed from the fetters that bound thee , Released from its anguish , its watchings , its weeping , It rests far above where its ...
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... voice the awfullest things he would do to that boy if heaven would only spare him and show him an axe . Then he opened his mouth for one final shriek , when the door opened and Mrs. Coville appeared with a smile on her face , and Mrs ...
... voice the awfullest things he would do to that boy if heaven would only spare him and show him an axe . Then he opened his mouth for one final shriek , when the door opened and Mrs. Coville appeared with a smile on her face , and Mrs ...
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... voice , still musical , that thrilled with every tone ; I knew the ringlets , almost gray , once threads of living gold ; I knew that bounding step of grace , that symmetry of mold . And memory sought her far away in that calm convent ...
... voice , still musical , that thrilled with every tone ; I knew the ringlets , almost gray , once threads of living gold ; I knew that bounding step of grace , that symmetry of mold . And memory sought her far away in that calm convent ...
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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.