The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Phineas Garrett Penn Publishing Company, 1878 |
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... Lost Church , The ..... Lost Steamship , The ... Lost Babies , The ...... Little Pat and the Parson .. ..Peleg Arkwright . xiv . ..... Pobert Tilney . xiv . Fitz James O'Brien . xiv . A. C. Gordon , xiv . Caroline Norton . xv . .H . W ...
... Lost Church , The ..... Lost Steamship , The ... Lost Babies , The ...... Little Pat and the Parson .. ..Peleg Arkwright . xiv . ..... Pobert Tilney . xiv . Fitz James O'Brien . xiv . A. C. Gordon , xiv . Caroline Norton . xv . .H . W ...
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... Lost to Sight to Memory Dear ............ Ruthven Jenkyns . xiii . 40 Too Late .. To America in 1876 ...... Fitz - hugh Ludlow . xiii . Martin F. Tupper , xiii . 97 100 Three Little Chairs , The .. Mrs. H. T. Perry . xiii . 113 True ...
... Lost to Sight to Memory Dear ............ Ruthven Jenkyns . xiii . 40 Too Late .. To America in 1876 ...... Fitz - hugh Ludlow . xiii . Martin F. Tupper , xiii . 97 100 Three Little Chairs , The .. Mrs. H. T. Perry . xiii . 113 True ...
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... lost ! " Boom of guns and crack of rifles , whistling shot and burst- ing shell ; Then two armies rushed together , with a wild , exultant yell . Right and left , still fast and faster , fell the deadly saber strokes , As the lightning ...
... lost ! " Boom of guns and crack of rifles , whistling shot and burst- ing shell ; Then two armies rushed together , with a wild , exultant yell . Right and left , still fast and faster , fell the deadly saber strokes , As the lightning ...
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... Lost forever to his mother , now his dimmed eyes rested on . Quick he tore aside the doublet , fanned the pallid brow again : What to him was Austrian feather ; what was Prussian eagle then ? Prussian head on Austrian bosom - Austrian ...
... Lost forever to his mother , now his dimmed eyes rested on . Quick he tore aside the doublet , fanned the pallid brow again : What to him was Austrian feather ; what was Prussian eagle then ? Prussian head on Austrian bosom - Austrian ...
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... lost in the brotherhood - where They meet on the level and work by the square . " TIS FIVE - AND - TWENTY YEARS . Sitting upon our cottage stoop , By autumn maples shaded , I call the gentle visions up That time had nearly faded . The ...
... lost in the brotherhood - where They meet on the level and work by the square . " TIS FIVE - AND - TWENTY YEARS . Sitting upon our cottage stoop , By autumn maples shaded , I call the gentle visions up That time had nearly faded . The ...
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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.