The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1885 - Readers |
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... voice of the big man who was leaning on his cane , still looking at me , " it is as bad to lie about a thing as it is to steal . I saw you pick some- thing up , and to me it had the appearance of money . " He struck his cane on the ...
... voice of the big man who was leaning on his cane , still looking at me , " it is as bad to lie about a thing as it is to steal . I saw you pick some- thing up , and to me it had the appearance of money . " He struck his cane on the ...
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... voice Just now , I think he must be very near- Coming , I trust , to break the veil , which time Has worn so thin that I can see beyond , And watch his footsteps . So , raise up my head . How dark it NUMBER TWENTY - ONE . 51.
... voice Just now , I think he must be very near- Coming , I trust , to break the veil , which time Has worn so thin that I can see beyond , And watch his footsteps . So , raise up my head . How dark it NUMBER TWENTY - ONE . 51.
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... voice were the voice of an angel . The tones vibrated through nerve and pulse and heart , and made one shiver with the pathos of his feeling ; never was heard melody in a hu man voice like that so plaintive , so soulful , so tender and ...
... voice were the voice of an angel . The tones vibrated through nerve and pulse and heart , and made one shiver with the pathos of his feeling ; never was heard melody in a hu man voice like that so plaintive , so soulful , so tender and ...
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... asleep . Ah , his slumber was so deep Bessie's voice could never wake him , if she called forever- more . You will hear the story told by the young and 100 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS Jack Hopkins' Story Charles Dickens xxiv.
... asleep . Ah , his slumber was so deep Bessie's voice could never wake him , if she called forever- more . You will hear the story told by the young and 100 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS Jack Hopkins' Story Charles Dickens xxiv.
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... voice of anguish That rung o'er the foaming sea , " Would God it were time for matins , And the grey monks prayed for me ! " Meanwhile , on the fields of England The dew distilled its balm , And the lone Cistercian Abbey Slept in the ...
... voice of anguish That rung o'er the foaming sea , " Would God it were time for matins , And the grey monks prayed for me ! " Meanwhile , on the fields of England The dew distilled its balm , And the lone Cistercian Abbey Slept in the ...
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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...