The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1904 |
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... thought the twilight Curfew rang young Basil's funer- al knell ; Still the maiden clinging firmly , cheek and brow so pale and white , Stilled her frightened heart's wild beating ~ " Curfew shall not ring to - night . " It was o'er ...
... thought the twilight Curfew rang young Basil's funer- al knell ; Still the maiden clinging firmly , cheek and brow so pale and white , Stilled her frightened heart's wild beating ~ " Curfew shall not ring to - night . " It was o'er ...
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... thought , his natu- ral disposition and temper - in a word , the tone of his mind . Then comes the last step , which consists in putting one's self in that man's place , creating in one's self , for the time at least , a tone and habit ...
... thought , his natu- ral disposition and temper - in a word , the tone of his mind . Then comes the last step , which consists in putting one's self in that man's place , creating in one's self , for the time at least , a tone and habit ...
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... thought best ' Your vines and flowers learned long since to forgive , And o'er their graves a ' broidered mantle weave ; Be you as kind as they are , and the word Shall reach the Northland with each summer bird , And thoughts as sweet ...
... thought best ' Your vines and flowers learned long since to forgive , And o'er their graves a ' broidered mantle weave ; Be you as kind as they are , and the word Shall reach the Northland with each summer bird , And thoughts as sweet ...
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... thought maybe you'd give us a lift , if we'd tackle you , that is , if I've got the rights of it , and you're the head clerk of the doxology works next door . " " I am the shepherd in charge of the flock whose fold is next door ...
... thought maybe you'd give us a lift , if we'd tackle you , that is , if I've got the rights of it , and you're the head clerk of the doxology works next door . " " I am the shepherd in charge of the flock whose fold is next door ...
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... thought maybe you might be get- ting tangled some more . Yes , you see he's dead again --- ” " Again ! Why , has he ever been dead before ? " " Dead before ? No. Do you reckon a man has got as many lives as a cat ? But you bet he's ...
... thought maybe you might be get- ting tangled some more . Yes , you see he's dead again --- ” " Again ! Why , has he ever been dead before ? " " Dead before ? No. Do you reckon a man has got as many lives as a cat ? But you bet he's ...
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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.
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!