The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1904 |
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... sigh , " At the ringing of the Curfew - Basil Underwood must die . " And her breath came fast and faster , and her eyes grew large and bright- One low murmur , scarcely spoken- “ Curfew must not ring to - night ! " She with light step ...
... sigh , " At the ringing of the Curfew - Basil Underwood must die . " And her breath came fast and faster , and her eyes grew large and bright- One low murmur , scarcely spoken- “ Curfew must not ring to - night ! " She with light step ...
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... sigh as they fly , For they meet to be sweet , and are fleet on their feet , Pattering , and flattering , and chattering- Spluttering , and fluttering , and buttering- Advancing , and glancing , and dancing , and prancing , And bumping ...
... sigh as they fly , For they meet to be sweet , and are fleet on their feet , Pattering , and flattering , and chattering- Spluttering , and fluttering , and buttering- Advancing , and glancing , and dancing , and prancing , And bumping ...
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... sighing , while lying and dying , Grieving and heaving , though naught he is leaving But wealth and ill health , and ... sighs , Nobody misses him , nobody cries ; For whether a fool , or whether he's wise , Nobody grieves when a ...
... sighing , while lying and dying , Grieving and heaving , though naught he is leaving But wealth and ill health , and ... sighs , Nobody misses him , nobody cries ; For whether a fool , or whether he's wise , Nobody grieves when a ...
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... sighs ; " And mine at Gettysburg ! " his neighbor cries , And that great name each sad - eyed listener thrills . I think of one who vanished when the press Of battle surged along the Wilderness , And mourned the North upon her thousand ...
... sighs ; " And mine at Gettysburg ! " his neighbor cries , And that great name each sad - eyed listener thrills . I think of one who vanished when the press Of battle surged along the Wilderness , And mourned the North upon her thousand ...
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... sighs , - Hope slowly hardening into gaunt Despair . Then let your foeman's grave remembrance share ; Pity a higher charm to Valor lends , And in the realms of Sorrow all are friends . Yes , bring fresh flowers and strew the soldier's ...
... sighs , - Hope slowly hardening into gaunt Despair . Then let your foeman's grave remembrance share ; Pity a higher charm to Valor lends , And in the realms of Sorrow all are friends . Yes , bring fresh flowers and strew the soldier's ...
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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!