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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... Sweet tinted flowers that fringe a silver stream , Or clustering fruits that in the sunlight gleam ; And all the while their voices fill the air With swelling anthems to the Great Supreme , And all the while , in peace , they wander ...
... Sweet tinted flowers that fringe a silver stream , Or clustering fruits that in the sunlight gleam ; And all the while their voices fill the air With swelling anthems to the Great Supreme , And all the while , in peace , they wander ...
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... Sweet phantoms rise , to cheer our bleak existence , And lure us onward with uplifted hands , We follow and they fade into the distance , As fades the mirage upon desert sands . What boots it , that the earth makes show of joy ? That ...
... Sweet phantoms rise , to cheer our bleak existence , And lure us onward with uplifted hands , We follow and they fade into the distance , As fades the mirage upon desert sands . What boots it , that the earth makes show of joy ? That ...
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... sweet songs ; while the other conducted the wan- derer into a deep , dark cave , whence there was no issue , where poison flowed instead of water , and where serpents hissed and crawled . He looked towards the sky , and cried out , in ...
... sweet songs ; while the other conducted the wan- derer into a deep , dark cave , whence there was no issue , where poison flowed instead of water , and where serpents hissed and crawled . He looked towards the sky , and cried out , in ...
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... sweet - the first sound slumbers of the night hold him in their soft but strong embrace . The assassin enters through the window , already prepared , into an unoccupied apartment ; with noiseless foot he paces the lonely hall , half ...
... sweet - the first sound slumbers of the night hold him in their soft but strong embrace . The assassin enters through the window , already prepared , into an unoccupied apartment ; with noiseless foot he paces the lonely hall , half ...
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... sweet and clear ; And down the pleasant river , and up the slanting hill , The echoing chorus sounded , through the evening calm and still ; And her glad blue eyes were on me as we passed with friendly talk . Down many a path beloved of ...
... sweet and clear ; And down the pleasant river , and up the slanting hill , The echoing chorus sounded , through the evening calm and still ; And her glad blue eyes were on me as we passed with friendly talk . Down many a path beloved of ...
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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?