The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet: Combining 100 Choice Selections, Nos. 1 - Embracing New and Standard Productions of Oratory, Sentiment, Eloquence, Pathos, Wit and Humor, Volume 4P. Garrett & Company, 1884 |
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... hour of direst need . " Hark ! the trumpet now is calling . Soldiers , forward ! cow- ards , fly ! Let no laggard ... hours I've lain here ; help me , help me , or I die ! " Quickly to the moaning soldier with his full canteen he hied ...
... hour of direst need . " Hark ! the trumpet now is calling . Soldiers , forward ! cow- ards , fly ! Let no laggard ... hours I've lain here ; help me , help me , or I die ! " Quickly to the moaning soldier with his full canteen he hied ...
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... hour on deck . Gazing toward the setting sun . Homesick ! Oh , no ! Tried to go back alone . Slipped and rolled down stairs . Stopped at bottom . Convenient resting place . Hauled to room by steward . More arrowroot and brandy . Called ...
... hour on deck . Gazing toward the setting sun . Homesick ! Oh , no ! Tried to go back alone . Slipped and rolled down stairs . Stopped at bottom . Convenient resting place . Hauled to room by steward . More arrowroot and brandy . Called ...
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... hour upon the stage- Virtue alone is happiness below . " Turn , gentle hermit of the dale , And guide my lonely way ; " " " If I am wrong , oh , teach my heart To find the better way ! Should auld acquaintance be forgot , An ' never bro ...
... hour upon the stage- Virtue alone is happiness below . " Turn , gentle hermit of the dale , And guide my lonely way ; " " " If I am wrong , oh , teach my heart To find the better way ! Should auld acquaintance be forgot , An ' never bro ...
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... hour , that man achieved a grand success . Sir John Moore fell on the works at Corunna , and they buried him out of sight by the flicker of a lantern . The sods lay heavily on that dead hero's breast , until an obscure Irishman , one ...
... hour , that man achieved a grand success . Sir John Moore fell on the works at Corunna , and they buried him out of sight by the flicker of a lantern . The sods lay heavily on that dead hero's breast , until an obscure Irishman , one ...
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... hour , Till pity won . She sent a herald forth , And bade him cry , with sound of trumpet , all The hard condition ; but that she would loose The people : therefore , as they loved her well , From then till noon no foot should pace the ...
... hour , Till pity won . She sent a herald forth , And bade him cry , with sound of trumpet , all The hard condition ; but that she would loose The people : therefore , as they loved her well , From then till noon no foot should pace the ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 106 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Página 106 - 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 148 - ... own ladles, split open the kegs of salted sprats, made nests inside men's Sunday hats, and even spoiled the women's chats, by drowning their speaking -with shrieking and squeaking in fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body to the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear...
Página 151 - Nicholas too. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot...
Página 151 - 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 123 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Página 67 - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Página 107 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, 190 Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 91 - 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 152 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...