The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet: Combining 100 Choice Selections, Nos. 1, 2, 3 and 4. Four Vol. in One. Embracing Rare Poetical Gems, Fine Specimens Oratory ...P. Garrett & Company, 1876 |
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... , Where breathes the foe but falls before us , With Freedom's soil beneath our feet , And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! INFELICISSIME . - Nassau Magazine .. I STAND upon the 1 * ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS . 9.
... , Where breathes the foe but falls before us , With Freedom's soil beneath our feet , And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! INFELICISSIME . - Nassau Magazine .. I STAND upon the 1 * ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS . 9.
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... feet we flung The reddening roses ! All in vain we poured The golden wine , and round the shining board Sent the toast circling , till the rafters rung With the thrice tripled honors of the feast ! Scarce the buds wilted and the voices ...
... feet we flung The reddening roses ! All in vain we poured The golden wine , and round the shining board Sent the toast circling , till the rafters rung With the thrice tripled honors of the feast ! Scarce the buds wilted and the voices ...
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... feet of pipe in Your biler , big wheals , little walves , & c . , are death to the old fire boys and useful to Insurance Companies . Thou spreader of the akweous Fluid ! Steem Fire Engine - your useful . You use wood and koal - you make ...
... feet of pipe in Your biler , big wheals , little walves , & c . , are death to the old fire boys and useful to Insurance Companies . Thou spreader of the akweous Fluid ! Steem Fire Engine - your useful . You use wood and koal - you make ...
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... feet ; All day long that free flag toss'd Over the heads of the rebel host . Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And , through the hill - gaps , sunset light Shone over it with a warm good - night ...
... feet ; All day long that free flag toss'd Over the heads of the rebel host . Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And , through the hill - gaps , sunset light Shone over it with a warm good - night ...
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... feet shall stumble on the dark mountain , you will ery bitterly , but cry in vain , " O , youth , return ! O , give me Lack my early days ! " ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND , MARCH 7 , 1862 . By George H. Boker . " STAND to your guns , men ...
... feet shall stumble on the dark mountain , you will ery bitterly , but cry in vain , " O , youth , return ! O , give me Lack my early days ! " ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND , MARCH 7 , 1862 . By George H. Boker . " STAND to your guns , men ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alfred Tennyson arms Bardell beautiful bells beneath bless blood brave breast breath bright brow child cold cried Dacotahs dark dead dear death deep door dream dying earth eyes face fall father fell fellah fire flag flowers gazed glory gone grave hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha honor hour Ishmael Day JOSH BILLINGS land Lars Porsena laugh Laughing Water light lips live look Lord morning mother N. P. Willis neath never Nevermore night Nokomis o'er pale Pickwick poor pray prayer Quoth the raven ring SHAMUS Shibboleth shout silence sleep smile sorrow soul Spartacus spirit stand star-spangled banner stars stood sweet sword tears tell thee there's thing thou thought Toll Twas voice wave weary weep wife wild wonder word young
Pasajes populares
Página 7 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Página 35 - Both read the same Bible and pray to the same God, and each invokes His aid against the other. It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God's assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces, but let us judge not, that we be not judged.
Página 134 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 103 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious. If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Página 92 - Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Página 59 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Página 126 - Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, — All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Página 71 - Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Página 59 - for Aix is in sight!' 'How they'll greet us!' — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Página 109 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make, With a bare bodkin?