The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1885 - Readers |
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... side ( sniff -sniff ) ; He ketched up my hand in his own ( sniff - sniff ) ; He squeezed it awhile ( sniff - sniff ) , an ' he sez with a smile ( sniff - sniff ) , " You'll soon be a widder alone ( sniff - sniff - sniff ) , An ' when I ...
... side ( sniff -sniff ) ; He ketched up my hand in his own ( sniff - sniff ) ; He squeezed it awhile ( sniff - sniff ) , an ' he sez with a smile ( sniff - sniff ) , " You'll soon be a widder alone ( sniff - sniff - sniff ) , An ' when I ...
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... side of the water , My seat on the sand and her seat on my knees , We watch the bright billows , do I and my daughter , My sweet little daughter Louise . We wonder what city the pathway of glory , That broadens away to the limitless ...
... side of the water , My seat on the sand and her seat on my knees , We watch the bright billows , do I and my daughter , My sweet little daughter Louise . We wonder what city the pathway of glory , That broadens away to the limitless ...
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... side of the water , I wait for her coming from over the seas ; I wait but to welcome the dust of my daughter , To weep for my daughter Louise . The path , as of old , reaching out in its splendor , Gleams bright , like a way that an ...
... side of the water , I wait for her coming from over the seas ; I wait but to welcome the dust of my daughter , To weep for my daughter Louise . The path , as of old , reaching out in its splendor , Gleams bright , like a way that an ...
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... side , With her great wild eyes a - starin ' and a - strainin ' across the waves , Waitin ' for what can't happen till the dead come out o ' their graves . She was married to young Ned Garling , a big , brown fisher- lad ; One week a ...
... side , With her great wild eyes a - starin ' and a - strainin ' across the waves , Waitin ' for what can't happen till the dead come out o ' their graves . She was married to young Ned Garling , a big , brown fisher- lad ; One week a ...
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... side by side . ' Twas the shock , they said , as killed her , —the shock o ' seein ' him dead . The story got in the papers , and far and near it spread ; And some only half believed it - I know what you'd say , sir ; wait- Wait till ...
... side by side . ' Twas the shock , they said , as killed her , —the shock o ' seein ' him dead . The story got in the papers , and far and near it spread ; And some only half believed it - I know what you'd say , sir ; wait- Wait till ...
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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...