The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1904 |
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... Hope , A .............. Poor Little Joe .... Popping Corn ... ..... Phantoms of St. Sepulchre , The .. Quarrel of Brutus and Cassius . Retort , The ......... Reverie in Church ..... N. Michell . X. ..... John Pierpont . X. .... J . G ...
... Hope , A .............. Poor Little Joe .... Popping Corn ... ..... Phantoms of St. Sepulchre , The .. Quarrel of Brutus and Cassius . Retort , The ......... Reverie in Church ..... N. Michell . X. ..... John Pierpont . X. .... J . G ...
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... hope to stir the hearts of men , And mould the souls of many into one , By words which come not native from the heart ! CURFEW MUST NOT RING TO - NIGHT . England's sun 7 Sincerity the Soul of Eloquence Schoolmaster's Sleep, Suicidal Cat ...
... hope to stir the hearts of men , And mould the souls of many into one , By words which come not native from the heart ! CURFEW MUST NOT RING TO - NIGHT . England's sun 7 Sincerity the Soul of Eloquence Schoolmaster's Sleep, Suicidal Cat ...
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... hope that you can show The charge to be false . Now , tell me , Are you guilty of this , or no ? " A passionate burst of weeping Was at first her sole reply , But she dried her eyes in a moment , And looked in the judge's eye . " I will ...
... hope that you can show The charge to be false . Now , tell me , Are you guilty of this , or no ? " A passionate burst of weeping Was at first her sole reply , But she dried her eyes in a moment , And looked in the judge's eye . " I will ...
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... Hope slowly hardening into gaunt Despair . Then let your foeman's grave remembrance share ; Pity a higher charm to Valor lends , And in the realms of Sorrow all are friends . Yes , bring fresh flowers and strew the soldier's grave ...
... Hope slowly hardening into gaunt Despair . Then let your foeman's grave remembrance share ; Pity a higher charm to Valor lends , And in the realms of Sorrow all are friends . Yes , bring fresh flowers and strew the soldier's grave ...
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... hope . No good cause can ever be lost by the faithlessness of the unfaithful ; no true principle of government over- thrown by the opposition of its enemies ; nor the progress of any reform , sanctioned by God and promotive of human ...
... hope . No good cause can ever be lost by the faithlessness of the unfaithful ; no true principle of government over- thrown by the opposition of its enemies ; nor the progress of any reform , sanctioned by God and promotive of human ...
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Alma River arms beautiful Binley blessed Blifkins bosom brave breast breath brother 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 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 - No, by the rood, not so: You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; And — would it were not so ! — you are my mother.
Стр. 113 - Set in a note-book, learned, and conned by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
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. 85 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...
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. 140 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
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. 32 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Стр. 168 - Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband. — Look you now, what follows: Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor?
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, oh, tide of the years!