The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...

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Phineas Garrett
Penn Publishing Company, 1878

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Conflict of Trains
88
When to Worship
98
When shall we Three meet Again?
116
xv
126
Immortality of Love
127
How the Cats Went to BoardingSchool
137
Hero and Leander
147
Auld Robin Gray
148
Annie Protheroe
155
House Not Made With Hands
158
Curious Life Poem A H A Deming xv 160
160
Squires Pledge
161
After the Ball
162
Caught in the Quicksand
165
Avalanche
168
Clear the Way Charles Mackay xvi 7
7
ChristmasNight in the Quarters Irwin Russell xvi 14
14
Clemens xiii
22
Asleep at the Switch
35
Strong Temptation
47
Precepts
48
Death makes all Men Brothers Louise S Upham xiii 14
62
Hidden Brightness
65
Prayer
67
Difficulty of Rhyming The xiii 124
68
Quad xiv
81
Dying Actor The Edgar Fawcett xv 111
87
Lips that Touch Liquor must never Touch Mine The G W Young xvi
88
Bivouac of the Dead
91
Diary of a Sea Voyage
92
Power of Gentleness
93
Lloyd Mifflin xvi 96
96
Vas Bender Henshpecked
103
Perils of Invisibility
106
Dundreary in the Country
108
Three Little Chairs
113
Ideal and the Real
116
Daily Dying xvi 117
117
125
125
Minstrels Curse
129
135
135
Peleg Arkwright xvi
136
True Temple
142
151
151
John and Tibbie Davisons Dispute
153
Questions
154
Eagle The Alfred Tennyson xiv 166
160
Nicholas Nickleby Leaving the Yorkshire School C Dickens xvi
161
Bernardos Revenge
162
Paddy McGraths Introduction to Mr Bruin
173
Mothers Diary
188
XV
192
Ride of Collins Graves The John Boyle OReilly xiii
192
Lamartine xiii
192
He was Never Known to Smile
193
Ellen Murray xiii
201
123
217
9
163
May Court in Greenwood
205
23

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