The Speaker: A Quarterly Magazine of Successful Readings, Том 8Pearson Brothers, 1913 |
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... lost to the world . Thus this custom of firing houses continued , till in process of time a sage arose who made the discovery that the flesh of swine , or indeed of any other animal , might be cooked ( burnt , as they called it ) ...
... lost to the world . Thus this custom of firing houses continued , till in process of time a sage arose who made the discovery that the flesh of swine , or indeed of any other animal , might be cooked ( burnt , as they called it ) ...
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... lost their nerves and their tempers , and gradually a pandemonium of shrieks and howls and recriminations awoke in the office , so that a timid young chap who approached up the narrow stairs to invoke the mysterious editorial functions ...
... lost their nerves and their tempers , and gradually a pandemonium of shrieks and howls and recriminations awoke in the office , so that a timid young chap who approached up the narrow stairs to invoke the mysterious editorial functions ...
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... lost was my red morocco satchel . I gave it to the mother of a little girl Lucy had been playing with to hold while I tried to get some life preservers , and I never saw her again . I should have called you up before , Billy - I know ...
... lost was my red morocco satchel . I gave it to the mother of a little girl Lucy had been playing with to hold while I tried to get some life preservers , and I never saw her again . I should have called you up before , Billy - I know ...
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... stitutes for the words that lips can say . " Her roses faded . She lost the health she had been gaining . Squire , imagine this girl , listlessly entering the room at the hotel where Mr. Neezle was lecturing The Speaker 49.
... stitutes for the words that lips can say . " Her roses faded . She lost the health she had been gaining . Squire , imagine this girl , listlessly entering the room at the hotel where Mr. Neezle was lecturing The Speaker 49.
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... lost , alone , Seeking without guide his way . Suddenly the pathway ends , Sheer the precipice descends , Loud the torrent roars unseen ; Thirty feet from side to side Yawns the chasm ; on air must ride He who crosses this ravine ...
... lost , alone , Seeking without guide his way . Suddenly the pathway ends , Sheer the precipice descends , Loud the torrent roars unseen ; Thirty feet from side to side Yawns the chasm ; on air must ride He who crosses this ravine ...
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Страница 299 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
Страница 7 - The ears of Ho-ti tingled with horror. He cursed his son, and he cursed himself that ever he should beget a son that should eat burnt Pig. Bo-bo, whose scent was wonderfully sharpened since morning, soon raked out another pig, and fairly rending it asunder, thrust the lesser half by main force into the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out "Eat, eat, eat the burnt pig, father, only taste — O Lord," — with such-like barbarous ejaculations, cramming all the while as if he would choke.
Страница 279 - Venerable men, you have come down to us from a former generation. Heaven has bounteously lengthened out your lives that you might behold this joyous day. You are now where you stood fifty years ago this very hour, with your brothers and your neighbors, shoulder to shoulder, in the strife for your country. Behold, how altered! The same heavens are, indeed, over your heads; the same ocean rolla at your feet; but all else, how changed!
Страница 7 - His father might lay on, but he could not beat him from his pig, till he had fairly made an end of it, when, becoming a little more sensible of his situation, something like the following dialogue ensued. "You graceless whelp, what have you got there devouring? Is it not enough that you have burnt me down three houses with your dog's tricks, and be hanged to you!
Страница 309 - In memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack All that France saved from the fight whence England bore the bell. Go to Paris; rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell-mell On the Louvre, face and flank! You shall look long enough ere you come to Herve Riel.
Страница 281 - All quiet along the Potomac," they say, "Except now and then a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket.
Страница 8 - The judge, who was a shrewd fellow, winked at the manifest iniquity of the decision : and, when the court was dismissed, went privily, and bought up all the pigs that could be had for love or money. In a few days his Lordship's town house was observed to be on fire.
Страница 343 - By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the one, the Blue, Under the other, the Gray.
Страница 305 - ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view.
Страница 308 - Hearts that bled are stanched with balm. " Just our rapture to enhance, Let the English rake the bay, Gnash their teeth and glare askance As they cannonade away ! 'Neath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Ranee...