The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1885 - Readers |
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... night he wuz here , an ' I told him to " clear " - An ' my ! How supprised he did look : Perhaps I wus rash , but he's after my cash— I see through his plans like a book . Some offers I've had that I can not call bad , There was Deacon ...
... night he wuz here , an ' I told him to " clear " - An ' my ! How supprised he did look : Perhaps I wus rash , but he's after my cash— I see through his plans like a book . Some offers I've had that I can not call bad , There was Deacon ...
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... night ! " Out flashes the signal - light , rosy and red ; Then sounds the loud roar of the swift coming train , The hissing of steam , and there , brightly ahead , The gleam of a headlight illumines the rain . " Down brakes ! " shrieks ...
... night ! " Out flashes the signal - light , rosy and red ; Then sounds the loud roar of the swift coming train , The hissing of steam , and there , brightly ahead , The gleam of a headlight illumines the rain . " Down brakes ! " shrieks ...
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... night Kate lost her husband was the night o ' the fear- ful gale . She'd stood on the shore that mornin ' , and had watched the tiny sail As it faded away in the distance , bound for the coast of France , And the fierce wind bore it ...
... night Kate lost her husband was the night o ' the fear- ful gale . She'd stood on the shore that mornin ' , and had watched the tiny sail As it faded away in the distance , bound for the coast of France , And the fierce wind bore it ...
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... night's dark plumelets on her graceful head . No drought or dearth reached Râui ; day by day Slaves traversed deserts at her feet to lay The luscious fruitage of a happier clime , Or vied with mountain antelopes to climb To where pure ...
... night's dark plumelets on her graceful head . No drought or dearth reached Râui ; day by day Slaves traversed deserts at her feet to lay The luscious fruitage of a happier clime , Or vied with mountain antelopes to climb To where pure ...
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... night , when you were sleeping cool and still , At Sharda's cottage underneath the hill Death came and stretched his ... night to me ? " " Ah , lady , all are not princesses ; know Much gold and jewels make thy fountains flow ; The way ...
... night , when you were sleeping cool and still , At Sharda's cottage underneath the hill Death came and stretched his ... night to me ? " " Ah , lady , all are not princesses ; know Much gold and jewels make thy fountains flow ; The way ...
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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...