The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...

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Penn Publishing Company, 1904

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Sublimity of the Bible
45
Romance in Verse
46
Building the Chimney
56
xi
62
My First Political Speech
66
Battle of Lexington The George W Bungay xi
78
John G Whittier xi
83
Brotherhood
87
Uncle
91
Mother Home and Heaven
94
There Come the Boys
96
William J Hoppin xi
100
That Baby in Tuscaloo
114
Ring Down the DropI Cannot Play
124
William O Stoddard xi
125
Sorrowful Tale of a Hired Girl
132
Twill not be Long
134
Gone with a Handsomer
135
Monster Cannon
139
True Faith
146
Relief of Lucknow
155
Mark Twains Story of The Good Little
169
Better than Gold
174
Regulus
175
Ghost of Goshen
179
BeJ ust and Fear
192
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199
God is Nowhere
8
James Merrick xii
11
Mark Twain and the Interviewer
16
How he Saved St Michaels
25
Emma Alice Brown xii
27
Man who Felt Sad
30
Black Horse and His Rider
53
57
57
Annie Herbert xii
60
Heartbreak Hill
65
Sumners Tribute to William Penn
67
She Wanted an Epitaph
77
Dagmar Cross
87
Teachers Dream
89
Rev Oleus Bacon D D In Memoriam
97
Story of the Little Rid Hin
104
Ivy Green
106
87
121
Cause of Temperance
124
Temperance Rhymeation
129
130
130
Uncle Sams a Hundred
148
Double Sacrifice
152
Alfred Tennyson xii 154
154
George W Bungay xii 160
160
Drunkards Dream
162
Orestes Cleveland xii
166
Harriet Beecher Stowe xii
170
Deserted Mill
176
Uncle Danls Apparition and Prayer S L Clemens C D Warner
178
xi
185
Daniel Dougherty x
210
You Ever See a Ghost
216
Ensign Bearer
216
Falstaffs Boasting
216
ix
226
Fighting the RumFiend
217
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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!

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