The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1904 |
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... Lord Dundreary Proposing .. Estelle Thomson . x . 116 xi . 51 xí . 127 ..Joshua Jenkins . xii . 118 .... Carl Pretzel , ix . 44 xi . 35 .... .Rev . L. Parmely . xii . 150 ... J . N. Reading . x . 165 xi . 85 ix . 61 141 ..H . B. Stowe ...
... Lord Dundreary Proposing .. Estelle Thomson . x . 116 xi . 51 xí . 127 ..Joshua Jenkins . xii . 118 .... Carl Pretzel , ix . 44 xi . 35 .... .Rev . L. Parmely . xii . 150 ... J . N. Reading . x . 165 xi . 85 ix . 61 141 ..H . B. Stowe ...
Stran 28
... Lord is under and back of it , and the denuncia tions of its opponents , and the bribed eloquence of the un principled , cannot check , -no , nor retard , ―the onward move- ment of its flow . Upon its white crest thousands will be ...
... Lord is under and back of it , and the denuncia tions of its opponents , and the bribed eloquence of the un principled , cannot check , -no , nor retard , ―the onward move- ment of its flow . Upon its white crest thousands will be ...
Stran 38
... lords , my lords , " the captive said , " were I but once more free , With ten good knights on yonder shore to aid my cause and me , That parchment would I rend and give to any wind that blows , And reign a queen , a Stuart yet , in ...
... lords , my lords , " the captive said , " were I but once more free , With ten good knights on yonder shore to aid my cause and me , That parchment would I rend and give to any wind that blows , And reign a queen , a Stuart yet , in ...
Stran 64
... Lord's delaying To summon me to rest , On his dear love my willing trust would dwell ; He knoweth best ; He doeth all things wel !. HANNAH BINDING SHOES - LUCY LARCOM . Poor lone Hannah 64 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS.
... Lord's delaying To summon me to rest , On his dear love my willing trust would dwell ; He knoweth best ; He doeth all things wel !. HANNAH BINDING SHOES - LUCY LARCOM . Poor lone Hannah 64 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS.
Stran 80
... Lord , He sends his mes senger in the soul . I must be thar , Miss Feely ; for when that ar blessed child goes into the kingdom they'll open the door so wide , we'll all get a look in at the glory , Miss Feely . " " Uncle Tom , did Miss ...
... Lord , He sends his mes senger in the soul . I must be thar , Miss Feely ; for when that ar blessed child goes into the kingdom they'll open the door so wide , we'll all get a look in at the glory , Miss Feely . " " Uncle Tom , did Miss ...
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Druge izdaje - Prikaži vse
Pogosti izrazi in povedi
Abimalech Alma River arms asked Babylon beautiful Binley blessed Blifkins bosom breast breath brow carronade Caudle cheek child cold cried dark dead dear death door dream earth ELIZA COOK eyes face father fear Feely feet fire friends gaze Gelert gentleman in black give glory gone grave hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hour human voice kiss knew land laugh light lips live look Lord mind morning mother neath never Nevermore night o'er once pale pard passed poor pray prayer round Saladin shadow shout sigh sleep smile Snob sorrow soul stand stood sweet tears tell thee there's thing thou thought told turned Twas Twill Uncle Tom venison voice waves weary wife wild wind woman wonder words young
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 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.
Stran 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...
Stran 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...
Stran 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...
Stran 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.
Stran 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.
Stran 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.
Stran 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.
Stran 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?
Stran 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!