The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1904 |
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... arms . He screamed for help , but Mrs. Coville was in the back yard telling Mrs. Coney , next door , that she didn't know what Coville would do without that chair , and so she didn't hear him . He pounded the floor with his stockinged ...
... arms . He screamed for help , but Mrs. Coville was in the back yard telling Mrs. Coney , next door , that she didn't know what Coville would do without that chair , and so she didn't hear him . He pounded the floor with his stockinged ...
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... arm , I saw his dagger gleam ; Then sounded Rizzio's dying cry and Mary's piteous scream . I saw her writhe in Darnley's arms as in a NUMBER NINE . 37.
... arm , I saw his dagger gleam ; Then sounded Rizzio's dying cry and Mary's piteous scream . I saw her writhe in Darnley's arms as in a NUMBER NINE . 37.
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... arms as in a serpent's fold : The coward ! he was pale as death , but would not loose his hold . And then the ... arm ! " she gasped ; " my woman's heart , farewell ! " The scene was changed . It was a lake with one small lone- ly isle ...
... arms as in a serpent's fold : The coward ! he was pale as death , but would not loose his hold . And then the ... arm ! " she gasped ; " my woman's heart , farewell ! " The scene was changed . It was a lake with one small lone- ly isle ...
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... arms ; against us , were twelve or fifteen per- sons who had plenty of weapons . And then my comrade was overwhelmed with sleep . To call him up , to make a noise , was more than I dared ; to escape alone was an im- possibility . The ...
... arms ; against us , were twelve or fifteen per- sons who had plenty of weapons . And then my comrade was overwhelmed with sleep . To call him up , to make a noise , was more than I dared ; to escape alone was an im- possibility . The ...
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... arms he was speaking , in tones that were clear , not loud , And his eyes , ablaze in their sockets , burnt into the eyes of the crowd : - : - " You may keep your gold : I scorn it ! —but answer me , ye who can , If the deed I have done ...
... arms he was speaking , in tones that were clear , not loud , And his eyes , ablaze in their sockets , burnt into the eyes of the crowd : - : - " You may keep your gold : I scorn it ! —but answer me , ye who can , If the deed I have done ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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?
Страница 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!