The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet: Combining 100 Choice Selections ; Nos. 1 - Embracing New and Standard Productions of Oratory, Sentiment, Eloquence, Pathos, Wit and Humor, Том 5P. Garrett & Company, 1883 |
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... comes pa ! Oh , pa , but we're glad to see you ! Hur- rah for pa ! " etc. , etc. The bishop looked at the children as they flocked around him and clung to his legs and coat , and was astonished to perceive that they were neither his nor ...
... comes pa ! Oh , pa , but we're glad to see you ! Hur- rah for pa ! " etc. , etc. The bishop looked at the children as they flocked around him and clung to his legs and coat , and was astonished to perceive that they were neither his nor ...
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... comes to request you to honor our party . We shall have what will warrant an evening's amusement , And several fair girls as a stronger inducement . Our party , perhaps , may amount to a dozen . At present , no more , your affectionate ...
... comes to request you to honor our party . We shall have what will warrant an evening's amusement , And several fair girls as a stronger inducement . Our party , perhaps , may amount to a dozen . At present , no more , your affectionate ...
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... comes to sit with you awhile , She's sad to - day , and who but you her sadness can beguile ? " He , too , left me . Shall I touch my harp now while I wait , — ( I hear them doubling guard below before our palace gate , - ) Or shall I ...
... comes to sit with you awhile , She's sad to - day , and who but you her sadness can beguile ? " He , too , left me . Shall I touch my harp now while I wait , — ( I hear them doubling guard below before our palace gate , - ) Or shall I ...
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... come the living , each sabre Red from the point to the hilt . Up with three cheers and a tiger ! Let the flags wave ... comes , and with her wings brings things Such as , with his poetic tongue Young sung ; The gas up - blazes with its ...
... come the living , each sabre Red from the point to the hilt . Up with three cheers and a tiger ! Let the flags wave ... comes , and with her wings brings things Such as , with his poetic tongue Young sung ; The gas up - blazes with its ...
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... come and summon him away- Away for evermore . Beneath the porch , beyond the shade , Sported a winsome little maid From early dawn to eve ; Her rounded limbs bespoke the wealth And rich inheritance of health Testators cannot leave . The ...
... come and summon him away- Away for evermore . Beneath the porch , beyond the shade , Sported a winsome little maid From early dawn to eve ; Her rounded limbs bespoke the wealth And rich inheritance of health Testators cannot leave . The ...
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Стр. 160 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Стр. 31 - Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity, and passeth by the transgression of the remnant of his heritage? he retaineth not his anger for ever, because he delighteth in mercy. He will turn again, he will have compassion upon us; he will subdue our iniquities ; and thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea.
Стр. 154 - I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers ; I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry ; — 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
Стр. 68 - ... the general assembly and church of the first-born, whose names are written in heaven...
Стр. 114 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They...
Стр. 76 - The ill-timed truth we might have kept — Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung? The word we had not sense to say — Who knows how grandly it had rung? "Our faults no tenderness should ask, The chastening stripes must cleanse them all; But for our blunders — oh, in shame Before the eyes of heaven we fall. "Earth bears no balsam for mistakes; Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool That did his will; but Thou, O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool!
Стр. 182 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Стр. 112 - On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, 'It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising Moon.
Стр. 7 - Here the free spirit of mankind at length, Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained strength^ Or curb his swiftness in the forward race...
Стр. 192 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.