The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Phineas Garrett Penn Publishing Company, 1878 |
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... sound of his mother's voice shrieking his name From reaching the child . But I heard it . It came Again and again . O God , what a cry ! The axes went faster : I saw the sparks fly Where the men worked like tigers , nor minded the heat ...
... sound of his mother's voice shrieking his name From reaching the child . But I heard it . It came Again and again . O God , what a cry ! The axes went faster : I saw the sparks fly Where the men worked like tigers , nor minded the heat ...
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... sound ! Oh , how the men raved , Shouted , and cried , and hurrahed ! Then they all Rushed at the work again , lest the back wall Where I was lying , away from the fire , Should fall in and bury me . Oh ! you'd admire To see Robin now ...
... sound ! Oh , how the men raved , Shouted , and cried , and hurrahed ! Then they all Rushed at the work again , lest the back wall Where I was lying , away from the fire , Should fall in and bury me . Oh ! you'd admire To see Robin now ...
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... sound , Sending back reverberations through the startled country round . .Bristling like an angry forest , file on file of bayonets bright , Like a city legion - spired , gleamed before the wearied sight ; Swords in strong right hands ...
... sound , Sending back reverberations through the startled country round . .Bristling like an angry forest , file on file of bayonets bright , Like a city legion - spired , gleamed before the wearied sight ; Swords in strong right hands ...
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... 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 their feet the gulf of eternity . The air of the valley has felt the chill ; The workers pause at the door of the mill ...
... 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 their feet the gulf of eternity . The air of the valley has felt the chill ; The workers pause at the door of the mill ...
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... sound of the hammer or trowel was there , In silence that Temple uprose in the air , Like some gorgeous castle in fairy tale told , All covered with silver and inlaid with gold . The walls of that Temple in marble were laid . Its roof ...
... sound of the hammer or trowel was there , In silence that Temple uprose in the air , Like some gorgeous castle in fairy tale told , All covered with silver and inlaid with gold . The walls of that Temple in marble were laid . Its roof ...
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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.