The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Phineas Garrett Penn Publishing Company, 1878 |
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... hour of direst need . " Hark ! the trumpet now is calling . Soldiers , forward ! cow- ards , fly ! Let no laggard ... hours I've lain here ; help me , help me , or I die ! " Quickly to the moaning soldier with his full canteen he hied ...
... hour of direst need . " Hark ! the trumpet now is calling . Soldiers , forward ! cow- ards , fly ! Let no laggard ... hours I've lain here ; help me , help me , or I die ! " Quickly to the moaning soldier with his full canteen he hied ...
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... hour on deck . Gazing toward the setting sun . Homesick ! Oh , no ! Tried to go back alone . Slipped and rolled down stairs . Stopped at bottom . Convenient resting place . Hauled to room by steward . Called for basin . More arrowroot ...
... hour on deck . Gazing toward the setting sun . Homesick ! Oh , no ! Tried to go back alone . Slipped and rolled down stairs . Stopped at bottom . Convenient resting place . Hauled to room by steward . Called for basin . More arrowroot ...
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... hour , that man achieved a grand success . Sir John Moore fell on the works at Corunna , and they buried him out of sight by the flicker of a lantern . The sods lay heavily on that dead hero's breast , until an obscure Irishman , one ...
... hour , that man achieved a grand success . Sir John Moore fell on the works at Corunna , and they buried him out of sight by the flicker of a lantern . The sods lay heavily on that dead hero's breast , until an obscure Irishman , one ...
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... hour , Till pity won . She sent a herald forth , And bade him cry , with sound of trumpet , all The hard condition ; but that she would loose The people : therefore , as they loved her well , From then till noon no foot should pace the ...
... hour , Till pity won . She sent a herald forth , And bade him cry , with sound of trumpet , all The hard condition ; but that she would loose The people : therefore , as they loved her well , From then till noon no foot should pace the ...
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... hour , till I her tongue might teach To call me mother , in the broken speech That thrills the mother's ear ! Alas ! those sealed lips never may be stirred To the deep music of that holy word . My heart it sorely tries , To see her ...
... hour , till I her tongue might teach To call me mother , in the broken speech That thrills the mother's ear ! Alas ! those sealed lips never may be stirred To the deep music of that holy word . My heart it sorely tries , To see her ...
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Страница 149 - Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with...
Страница 149 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death? The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Страница 99 - I see a bridge, said I, standing in the midst of the tide. The bridge thou seest, said he, is human life ; consider it attentively. Upon a more leisurely survey of it, I found that it consisted of threescore and ten entire arches, with several broken arches, which, added to those that were entire, made up the number about an hundred.
Страница 148 - Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers; Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, — Followed the piper for their lives.
Страница 104 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Страница 180 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Страница 104 - The broken soldier kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
Страница 81 - I go, and it is done ; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Страница 162 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Страница 89 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.