The Speaker's Garland, Volume 4Penn Publishing Company, 1906 |
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... cried , and hurrahed ! Then they all Rushed at the work again , lest the back wall Where I was lying , away from the fire , Should fall in and bury me . Oh ! you'd admire To see Robin now : he's as bright as a dime , Deep in some ...
... cried , and hurrahed ! Then they all Rushed at the work again , lest the back wall Where I was lying , away from the fire , Should fall in and bury me . Oh ! you'd admire To see Robin now : he's as bright as a dime , Deep in some ...
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... cried , — " You , Jauge Washington THOMAS JEFFERSON Persimmons Henry Clay , Be quick , splain yourself , chile , Stop dat ar fool smile ! Whar you done been wid baby ? " -Scribner's Magazine . DEATH MAKES ALL MEN BROTHERS . LOUISE S ...
... cried , — " You , Jauge Washington THOMAS JEFFERSON Persimmons Henry Clay , Be quick , splain yourself , chile , Stop dat ar fool smile ! Whar you done been wid baby ? " -Scribner's Magazine . DEATH MAKES ALL MEN BROTHERS . LOUISE S ...
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... cried , “ Give me liberty or give me death , " in accents that burned all over Europe . Washington , too , has a pyramid in every American heart . When the serpent , tyranny , wrapped his freezing folds around our nation's heart , and ...
... cried , “ Give me liberty or give me death , " in accents that burned all over Europe . Washington , too , has a pyramid in every American heart . When the serpent , tyranny , wrapped his freezing folds around our nation's heart , and ...
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... Cried Rufus in a hurry . No laurel wreath adorned his brow , Twined by a blood - stained Nero ; Yet in his homespun suit of blue , Young Rufus stood a hero . The master sleeps beneath the hill , The voice of Rufus Bennet , Who snapped ...
... Cried Rufus in a hurry . No laurel wreath adorned his brow , Twined by a blood - stained Nero ; Yet in his homespun suit of blue , Young Rufus stood a hero . The master sleeps beneath the hill , The voice of Rufus Bennet , Who snapped ...
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... cried , " I am lonely here , Bereft of all that my heart holds dear ; Yet Thou dost never refuse to hear . Oh ! if the dead were allowed to speak ! Could I only look on their faces meek , How it would strengthen my heart so weak ...
... cried , " I am lonely here , Bereft of all that my heart holds dear ; Yet Thou dost never refuse to hear . Oh ! if the dead were allowed to speak ! Could I only look on their faces meek , How it would strengthen my heart so weak ...
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The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ... Phineas Garrett Visualização integral - 1878 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
ain't angels Anne Boleyn arms Asenath asked Babie Bell baby beautiful bless blood brave breast breath Bregenz brow catarrh Charlie Green cheek child cold cried dark deacon dead dear death Don Camillo door earth eyes face father fear feet flowers girl grave grew hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heerd Jamie Douglas king kiss knew lady laugh light lips live looked Madame Roland Manchester Guardian Mayton Miltiades morning mother neath never night Noozell o'er poor Robin Gray round seemed shout silent sing smile song sorrow soul stood sweet tears tell thee Theodore O'Hara There's things thou thought told turned Twas Tyrol voice vrom wait watch wave wife wild wind woman word young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 159 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 83 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing ; It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes.
Página 143 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Página 151 - Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with...
Página 102 - The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
Página 31 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Página 120 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs, Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Página 72 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Página 83 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Página 134 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.