The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1885 - Readers |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 76
Page 12
... better behave till Jane's 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 ...
... better behave till Jane's 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 ...
Page 15
... better we learn that humanity's need Is Charity's spirit , that prompts us to find Rather virtue than vice in the lives of our kind . " Therefore , good deeds we record on these stones ; The evil men do , let it lie with their bones . I ...
... better we learn that humanity's need Is Charity's spirit , that prompts us to find Rather virtue than vice in the lives of our kind . " Therefore , good deeds we record on these stones ; The evil men do , let it lie with their bones . I ...
Page 17
... better land your heart was nearly broken , but William healed the wounds ; and when William drifted off into the unknown , Henry assuaged your grief . Perhaps there are other Henrys , Williams , and Thomases to whom this blessed duty ...
... better land your heart was nearly broken , but William healed the wounds ; and when William drifted off into the unknown , Henry assuaged your grief . Perhaps there are other Henrys , Williams , and Thomases to whom this blessed duty ...
Page 18
... better world , when she— ” " Good gracious ! " shrieked the deacon ; “ you didn't al- lude to her dead husbands and their wives by those names , did you ? " " Of course . You said that— ” " Oh , horrors , man ! Why , those were only ...
... better world , when she— ” " Good gracious ! " shrieked the deacon ; “ you didn't al- lude to her dead husbands and their wives by those names , did you ? " " Of course . You said that— ” " Oh , horrors , man ! Why , those were only ...
Page 20
... and opened his parched lips For water ; but she could not give it him . She laid him down beneath the sultry sky , - For it was better than the close , hot breath ΖΟ ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS Just Retribution, 134.
... and opened his parched lips For water ; but she could not give it him . She laid him down beneath the sultry sky , - For it was better than the close , hot breath ΖΟ ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS Just Retribution, 134.
Contents
79 | |
80 | |
84 | |
87 | |
93 | |
96 | |
99 | |
100 | |
107 | |
112 | |
115 | |
116 | |
119 | |
122 | |
128 | |
133 | |
135 | |
139 | |
140 | |
155 | |
162 | |
165 | |
166 | |
170 | |
178 | |
183 | |
185 | |
187 | |
191 | |
202 | |
203 | |
6 | |
14 | |
16 | |
19 | |
11 | |
25 | |
28 | |
30 | |
38 | |
42 | |
50 | |
55 | |
58 | |
59 | |
60 | |
65 | |
76 | |
78 | |
80 | |
87 | |
90 | |
91 | |
111 | |
118 | |
122 | |
127 | |
137 | |
139 | |
141 | |
156 | |
157 | |
163 | |
167 | |
174 | |
176 | |
178 | |
180 | |
181 | |
183 | |
193 | |
43 | |
52 | |
53 | |
57 | |
66 | |
82 | |
83 | |
85 | |
86 | |
99 | |
104 | |
107 | |
110 | |
111 | |
114 | |
120 | |
121 | |
128 | |
132 | |
134 | |
143 | |
147 | |
154 | |
157 | |
167 | |
171 | |
180 | |
184 | |
196 | |
198 | |
11 | |
14 | |
28 | |
31 | |
34 | |
36 | |
44 | |
50 | |
53 | |
55 | |
66 | |
88 | |
91 | |
104 | |
111 | |
115 | |
120 | |
124 | |
135 | |
141 | |
147 | |
148 | |
149 | |
159 | |
168 | |
169 | |
186 | |
190 | |
203 | |
217 | |
217 | |
217 | |
8 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
ain't asked beautiful billiard chalk blaces blue brave breath cheek child cold Commodus cried dark deacon dead dear death door doughnuts earth eyes face fair father feet fell FITZ JAMES O'BRIEN gazed girl give gone grave gray grew hair Hampshire's granite hand head hear heard heart heaven Huckaback Huldy Jackdaw John Mills Kankakee Kate Shelly kissed knew laughed light lips live lone look Lord lovely wave morning mother mountain neath never night o'er passed Pettybone Pompeii poor pray roar Rockaby rolled round seemed shoomped shout sigh sight silent smile song soul stood strong sweet tears tell thee There's thing thou thought told turned Twas voice watch wave wife wild William Brown wind woman wonder words young
Popular passages
Page 159 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell...
Page 147 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Page 159 - He threw his blood-stained sword, in thunder, down ; And with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
Page 161 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round...
Page 162 - The Minstrel came once more to view The eastern ridge of Benvenue, For ere he parted, he would say Farewell to lovely Loch Achray — Where shall he find, in foreign land, So lone a lake, so sweet a strand...
Page 147 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's. isle ; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown : The heathen in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
Page 217 - 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 147 - 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 ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! HEBEK.
Page 175 - A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow : Long had I watched the glory moving on O'er the still radiance of the Lake below. Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow .' Even in its very motion there was rest : While every breath of eve that chanced to blow, Wafted the traveller to the beauteous West.
Page 15 - HUSH ! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide ; All without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be ; When from heaven he descended...