The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1904 |
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... stand ? He didn't give a continental - for anybody . Beg you pardon , friend , for coming so near saying a cuss word - bu you see I'm on an awful strain in this palaver , on account of having to cramp down and draw everything so mild ...
... stand ? He didn't give a continental - for anybody . Beg you pardon , friend , for coming so near saying a cuss word - bu you see I'm on an awful strain in this palaver , on account of having to cramp down and draw everything so mild ...
Stran 23
... peace - he could not stand disturb ances . Pard , he was a great loss to this town . It would please the boys if you could chip in something like that and BBB⭑ do him justice . Here once when the Micks got NUMBER NINE . 23.
... peace - he could not stand disturb ances . Pard , he was a great loss to this town . It would please the boys if you could chip in something like that and BBB⭑ do him justice . Here once when the Micks got NUMBER NINE . 23.
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... stand , — And he only sixteen ? Christian men ! rouse ye to stand for the right , To action and duty ; into the light Come with your banners , inscribed " Death to rum ! " Let your conscience speak . Listen , then , come ; Strike ...
... stand , — And he only sixteen ? Christian men ! rouse ye to stand for the right , To action and duty ; into the light Come with your banners , inscribed " Death to rum ! " Let your conscience speak . Listen , then , come ; Strike ...
Stran 39
... stand , beside the block , alone ! A little dog that licks her hand the last of all the crowd Who sunned themselves beneath her glance or round her footsteps bowed ! Her neck is bare - the axe descends - the soul has passed away ! The ...
... stand , beside the block , alone ! A little dog that licks her hand the last of all the crowd Who sunned themselves beneath her glance or round her footsteps bowed ! Her neck is bare - the axe descends - the soul has passed away ! The ...
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... stand close beside my knee- To a tale of the Southern city , proud Charleston by the sea . It was long ago , my children , ere ever the signal gun That blazed above Fort Sumpter had wakened the North as one ; Long ere the wondrous ...
... stand close beside my knee- To a tale of the Southern city , proud Charleston by the sea . It was long ago , my children , ere ever the signal gun That blazed above Fort Sumpter had wakened the North as one ; Long ere the wondrous ...
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Druge izdaje - Prikaži vse
Pogosti izrazi in povedi
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
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!