The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1904 |
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... 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 - the bell ceased swaying , and the ...
... 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 - the bell ceased swaying , and the ...
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... young ones have hair , And they scent it , and curl it , and friz it with care , And turn it to dark should it chance to be fair . They are ramblers and wanderers , never at home , Making sure of a welcome wherever they roam ; And every ...
... young ones have hair , And they scent it , and curl it , and friz it with care , And turn it to dark should it chance to be fair . They are ramblers and wanderers , never at home , Making sure of a welcome wherever they roam ; And every ...
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... young face , It seemed long years of suffering Must have left that silent trace . " Your name , " said the judge , as he eyed her With kindly look yet keen , " Is Mary McGuire , if you p ease sir , " 66 And your age ? " - " I am turned ...
... young face , It seemed long years of suffering Must have left that silent trace . " Your name , " said the judge , as he eyed her With kindly look yet keen , " Is Mary McGuire , if you p ease sir , " 66 And your age ? " - " I am turned ...
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... young prisoner Is , for the present , deferred . " And no one blamed him or wondered When he went to her and smiled , And tenderly led from the court - room , Himself , the " guilty " child . ODE FOR DECORATION DAY . HENRY PETERSON ...
... young prisoner Is , for the present , deferred . " And no one blamed him or wondered When he went to her and smiled , And tenderly led from the court - room , Himself , the " guilty " child . ODE FOR DECORATION DAY . HENRY PETERSON ...
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... young , and careless years ! I give my heart to earth no more , the grave may clasp me now ; The winds whose tone I loved , may play in the cypress bough ! The birds , the streams , are eloquent ; yet I shall pass away , And in the ...
... young , and careless years ! I give my heart to earth no more , the grave may clasp me now ; The winds whose tone I loved , may play in the cypress bough ! The birds , the streams , are eloquent ; yet I shall pass away , And in the ...
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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 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!