The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1885 - Readers |
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... cold in her grave , Your manners is ruther too free . " When dear David died ( sniff - sniff ) , ez I sot by his side ( sniff -sniff ) ; He ketched up my hand in his own ( sniff - sniff ) ; He squeezed it awhile ( sniff - sniff ) , an ...
... cold in her grave , Your manners is ruther too free . " When dear David died ( sniff - sniff ) , ez I sot by his side ( sniff -sniff ) ; He ketched up my hand in his own ( sniff - sniff ) ; He squeezed it awhile ( sniff - sniff ) , an ...
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... cold burden its billows surrender , Sweet clay to lie under the pitiful sod : But she rests , at the end of the path , in the city Whose " builder and maker is God , " --Our Continent . WHERE ARE WICKED FOLKS BURIED . " Tell me , gray ...
... cold burden its billows surrender , Sweet clay to lie under the pitiful sod : But she rests , at the end of the path , in the city Whose " builder and maker is God , " --Our Continent . WHERE ARE WICKED FOLKS BURIED . " Tell me , gray ...
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... cold breast hath won thee ! And thy white , delicate limbs the earth will press ; And , oh ! my last caress Must feel thee cold ; for a chill hand is on thee . How can I leave my boy , so pillowed there Upon his clustering hair ! " She ...
... cold breast hath won thee ! And thy white , delicate limbs the earth will press ; And , oh ! my last caress Must feel thee cold ; for a chill hand is on thee . How can I leave my boy , so pillowed there Upon his clustering hair ! " She ...
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... cold . Thou canst not forget me , for memory will fling Her light o'er oblivion's dark sea ; And wherever thou roamest a something will cling To thy bosom that whispers of me . Though the chords of thy spirit I never may sweep , Of my ...
... cold . Thou canst not forget me , for memory will fling Her light o'er oblivion's dark sea ; And wherever thou roamest a something will cling To thy bosom that whispers of me . Though the chords of thy spirit I never may sweep , Of my ...
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... cold , so gray ; Who that hath life would fling the gift aw ? But stay ! The people die , and life may be As sweet and fair to them as ' tis to me . I am but one , and they are multiplied , Father and mother , child , and fair young ...
... cold , so gray ; Who that hath life would fling the gift aw ? But stay ! The people die , and life may be As sweet and fair to them as ' tis to me . I am but one , and they are multiplied , Father and mother , child , and fair young ...
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Page 216 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Page 131 - God! who art never out of hearing, O may he never more be warm!" The cold, cold moon above her head, Thus on her knees did Goody pray;' Young Harry heard what she had said: And icy cold he turned away.
Page 11 - I live for those who love me, For those who know me true ; For the Heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my spirit too ; For the cause that lacks assistance, For the wrong that needs resistance, For the future in the distance, And the good that I can do.
Page 24 - ... hopelessness. Gently, silently, the love of a great people bore the pale sufferer to the longed-for healing of the sea, to live or to die, as God should will, within sight of its heaving billows, within sound of its manifold voices.
Page 145 - Waft— waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our...