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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... sound Troubled the heavens with ever - quivering motion . Down , down forever - down , down forever , Something falling , falling , falling , Up , up forever - up , up forever , Resting never , Boiling up forever , Steam - clouds shot ...
... sound Troubled the heavens with ever - quivering motion . Down , down forever - down , down forever , Something falling , falling , falling , Up , up forever - up , up forever , Resting never , Boiling up forever , Steam - clouds shot ...
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... sound . Then the bishop went out and sat on the garden fence to whittle a stick and solemnly think , while Mrs. Potts distributed herself around and soothed the children . It occurred to the bishop while he mused , out there on the ...
... sound . Then the bishop went out and sat on the garden fence to whittle a stick and solemnly think , while Mrs. Potts distributed herself around and soothed the children . It occurred to the bishop while he mused , out there on the ...
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... sound , as the ottoman caromed on Mr. Bosbyschell's head , and he looked out from his re- cumbent posture under the piano just in time to see a form robed in snowy white speed swiftly up the hall stairs with an expression of disgust on ...
... sound , as the ottoman caromed on Mr. Bosbyschell's head , and he looked out from his re- cumbent posture under the piano just in time to see a form robed in snowy white speed swiftly up the hall stairs with an expression of disgust on ...
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... sound ; I hear the leaves about me shed , And the spring's bubbling through the ground . Along the beaten path I pace , Where white rags mark my sentry's track ; In formless shrubs I seem to trace The foeman's form , with bending back ...
... sound ; I hear the leaves about me shed , And the spring's bubbling through the ground . Along the beaten path I pace , Where white rags mark my sentry's track ; In formless shrubs I seem to trace The foeman's form , with bending back ...
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... sounds so well ; Each passing hour of the " live - long day " It calls to the mind ere it flies away : The joys of love - the pangs of fear , Though past , yet are not gone fore'er , - At its mellow sound they hover near . As it swings ...
... sounds so well ; Each passing hour of the " live - long day " It calls to the mind ere it flies away : The joys of love - the pangs of fear , Though past , yet are not gone fore'er , - At its mellow sound they hover near . As it swings ...
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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.