The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Phineas Garrett Penn Publishing Company, 1878 |
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... gone down ? 66 Theirs fame's ever fadeless laurel , or the tardy martyr crown ? " Austrian seeking brother Austrian heard this plaintive , plead- ing cry : " Weary , weary hours I've lain here ; help me , help me , or I die ! " Quickly ...
... gone down ? 66 Theirs fame's ever fadeless laurel , or the tardy martyr crown ? " Austrian seeking brother Austrian heard this plaintive , plead- ing cry : " Weary , weary hours I've lain here ; help me , help me , or I die ! " Quickly ...
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... Gone all feuds and deadly striving ; gone the soldier ; and a son , Lost forever to his mother , now his dimmed eyes rested on . Quick he tore aside the doublet , fanned the pallid brow again : What to him was Austrian feather ; what ...
... Gone all feuds and deadly striving ; gone the soldier ; and a son , Lost forever to his mother , now his dimmed eyes rested on . Quick he tore aside the doublet , fanned the pallid brow again : What to him was Austrian feather ; what ...
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... gone ; but they know the worst- The treacherous Williamsburg dam has burst ! The basin that nourished their happy homes Is changed to a demon - It comes ! it comes ! A monster in aspect , with shaggy front Of shattered dwellings to take ...
... gone ; but they know the worst- The treacherous Williamsburg dam has burst ! The basin that nourished their happy homes Is changed to a demon - It comes ! it comes ! A monster in aspect , with shaggy front Of shattered dwellings to take ...
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... gone like a tale that is told ! They builded with cedar , gold , silver , and brass , It has vanished like dew when exhaled from the grass But we have a Temple not builded with hands , Eternal as truth , in its glory it stands ; Age ...
... gone like a tale that is told ! They builded with cedar , gold , silver , and brass , It has vanished like dew when exhaled from the grass But we have a Temple not builded with hands , Eternal as truth , in its glory it stands ; Age ...
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... gone ; but ye need not be grieving ; No , may my death be like his when I die ! No regrets wasted on words I am leaving , Falling with brave men , and face to the sky . Death's but a journey , the greatest must take it : Fame is eternal ...
... gone ; but ye need not be grieving ; No , may my death be like his when I die ! No regrets wasted on words I am leaving , Falling with brave men , and face to the sky . Death's but a journey , the greatest must take it : Fame is eternal ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ain't angels arms art thou asked Babie Bell baby beautiful Belshazzar Betsey better blace bless blood breast breath Bregenz brow Burdock catarrh cheek child cold cried dark deacon dead dear death Detroit Free Press door earth eyes face father fear feet flowers girl glory gone grave guilders hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heerd king kiss KITTY knew lady laugh light lips live look Lord Madame Roland Maria Jackson Miltiades morning mother neath never night o'er once Persimmons Peter poor replied Robin Gray round shout silent sing sleep Smike smile song sorrow soul stood sweet tears tell thee There's things thou thought told turned Twas voice vrom watch wave wife wind woman words young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 149 - 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 149 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death? The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Página 99 - I see a bridge, said I, standing in the midst of the tide. The bridge thou seest, said he, is human life ; consider it attentively. Upon a more leisurely survey of it, I found that it consisted of threescore and ten entire arches, with several broken arches, which, added to those that were entire, made up the number about an hundred.
Página 148 - Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers; Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, — Followed the piper for their lives.
Página 104 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 180 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Página 104 - 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 81 - I go, and it is done ; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Página 162 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Página 89 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.