The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1904 |
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... live in , and town lots , and plenty of money ; and he looked after her and took care of her all the time ; and when she was down with the small - pox , I'm cuss'd if he did'nt set up nights and nuss her himself ! Beg your pardon for ...
... live in , and town lots , and plenty of money ; and he looked after her and took care of her all the time ; and when she was down with the small - pox , I'm cuss'd if he did'nt set up nights and nuss her himself ! Beg your pardon for ...
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... Oh , listless woman ! weary lover ! To feel once more that fresh , wild thrill I'd give- but who can live youth over ? NOBODY THERE . I was the last new boy at 58 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS Belfry of Ghent, Robert Maguire xii.
... Oh , listless woman ! weary lover ! To feel once more that fresh , wild thrill I'd give- but who can live youth over ? NOBODY THERE . I was the last new boy at 58 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS Belfry of Ghent, Robert Maguire xii.
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... live as others live , and have what others do , We'd live enough sight pleasanter , and have a plenty too . While others have amusements and luxury and books , Just think how stingy we have lived , and how this old place looks . That ...
... live as others live , and have what others do , We'd live enough sight pleasanter , and have a plenty too . While others have amusements and luxury and books , Just think how stingy we have lived , and how this old place looks . That ...
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... live ? Don't think I'm blaming you , Charles - you're not a whit to blame , I've pitied you these many years , to see you tired and lame . It's just the way we started out , our plans too far ahead ; We've worn the cream of life away ...
... live ? Don't think I'm blaming you , Charles - you're not a whit to blame , I've pitied you these many years , to see you tired and lame . It's just the way we started out , our plans too far ahead ; We've worn the cream of life away ...
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... live , whaled away , the one with his boot , the other with his boot - jack . The boot took Clark square in the mouth , demolishing his teeth , and the boot - jack came down on Thomas ' head just as he was in the midst of a triumphant ...
... live , whaled away , the one with his boot , the other with his boot - jack . The boot took Clark square in the mouth , demolishing his teeth , and the boot - jack came down on Thomas ' head just as he was in the midst of a triumphant ...
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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
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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.
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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.
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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!