The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Phineas Garrett Penn Publishing Company, 1878 |
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... Death of Hofer , The Death of the Old Squire , The Destruction of Sennacherib , The .. Dying Christian , The ...... Diamond Wedding , The .. Dot Baby off Mine ... James C. Mangan . xiv . 68 xiv . 103 ... Byron . xiv . ... Alexander Pope ...
... Death of Hofer , The Death of the Old Squire , The Destruction of Sennacherib , The .. Dying Christian , The ...... Diamond Wedding , The .. Dot Baby off Mine ... James C. Mangan . xiv . 68 xiv . 103 ... Byron . xiv . ... Alexander Pope ...
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... Death on the High Seas .. Story of Deacon Brown , The .. Song of the Type Street Musicians , The ..... Shadows ....... Short Temperance Speech , A ... Spelling Bee at Angels , The ... Tom ....... Will Carleton . xiv . 177 XV . 51 W. C. ...
... Death on the High Seas .. Story of Deacon Brown , The .. Song of the Type Street Musicians , The ..... Shadows ....... Short Temperance Speech , A ... Spelling Bee at Angels , The ... Tom ....... Will Carleton . xiv . 177 XV . 51 W. C. ...
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... DEATH MAKES ALL MEN BROTHERS . LOUISE S. UPHAM . War was in the old dominions , and proud Austria's pride and boast Met , to conquer or be conquered - met the valiant Prussian host . Flags in Austrian hands uplifted fluttered in the ...
... DEATH MAKES ALL MEN BROTHERS . LOUISE S. UPHAM . War was in the old dominions , and proud Austria's pride and boast Met , to conquer or be conquered - met the valiant Prussian host . Flags in Austrian hands uplifted fluttered in the ...
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... death ? What was it ? The valley is peaceful still , And the leaves are afire on the top of the hill ; It was not a sound , nor a thing of sense- But a pain , like a pang in the short suspense That wraps the being of those who see At ...
... death ? What was it ? The valley is peaceful still , And the leaves are afire on the top of the hill ; It was not a sound , nor a thing of sense- But a pain , like a pang in the short suspense That wraps the being of those who see At ...
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... death stops the chase and rolls them into the tomb . Dreaming of this , the peasant forgets his grief , and only seeks to become dear in his own circle , though icicles hang from his brow and freeze around his heart . The student ekes ...
... death stops the chase and rolls them into the tomb . Dreaming of this , the peasant forgets his grief , and only seeks to become dear in his own circle , though icicles hang from his brow and freeze around his heart . The student ekes ...
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Страница 149 - Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with...
Страница 149 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death? The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Страница 99 - I see a bridge, said I, standing in the midst of the tide. The bridge thou seest, said he, is human life ; consider it attentively. Upon a more leisurely survey of it, I found that it consisted of threescore and ten entire arches, with several broken arches, which, added to those that were entire, made up the number about an hundred.
Страница 148 - Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers; Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, — Followed the piper for their lives.
Страница 104 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Страница 180 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Страница 104 - The broken soldier kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
Страница 81 - I go, and it is done ; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Страница 162 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Страница 89 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.