The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1892 |
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... dear ? " He closed his eyes , and smiled . Then , “ Hark ! ” He said . " That's a fiddle - aye , a bassoon ; Child , ' tis a band - don't you hear it now ? Why , girl , don't you know that old , old tune ? " " Tis the polky I danced ...
... dear ? " He closed his eyes , and smiled . Then , “ Hark ! ” He said . " That's a fiddle - aye , a bassoon ; Child , ' tis a band - don't you hear it now ? Why , girl , don't you know that old , old tune ? " " Tis the polky I danced ...
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... Dear Miss Nancy , " he murmured . " So ! One ! Two ! Three ! And now for a start ! Don't you be timid ! I know how it is- Do I hear my heart , or is it your heart ? " Miss Nancy , dear , they're rare violins , They cry like my soul for ...
... Dear Miss Nancy , " he murmured . " So ! One ! Two ! Three ! And now for a start ! Don't you be timid ! I know how it is- Do I hear my heart , or is it your heart ? " Miss Nancy , dear , they're rare violins , They cry like my soul for ...
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... dear , That I was old and that you was gone , And we'd sons and daughters , and I was here , Wheeled by our granddaughter out in the sun . " Nay , but I have you and ever shall have , Light of my light , and warmth of my heart ; We are ...
... dear , That I was old and that you was gone , And we'd sons and daughters , and I was here , Wheeled by our granddaughter out in the sun . " Nay , but I have you and ever shall have , Light of my light , and warmth of my heart ; We are ...
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... Dear Lord ! through the day and darkness , Dear Lord ! through the endless night , I sat at her side , while she shrieked and cried , And I thought it would ne'er be light . And still , through the blackness , thronging With shapes that ...
... Dear Lord ! through the day and darkness , Dear Lord ! through the endless night , I sat at her side , while she shrieked and cried , And I thought it would ne'er be light . And still , through the blackness , thronging With shapes that ...
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... dear sent back to us here ! And mayn't she be somewheres right ? Here , Mary , my darling , Mary ! A friend has come in to town ; Don't mind for her nose nor changing her clo'es , But bring us the hangel down . GRANT . - MELVILLE W ...
... dear sent back to us here ! And mayn't she be somewheres right ? Here , Mary , my darling , Mary ! A friend has come in to town ; Don't mind for her nose nor changing her clo'es , But bring us the hangel down . GRANT . - MELVILLE W ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adalina aint angels Anne Hathaway Annie Laurie arms asked AUNT beautiful bless Bowser brave CAMERON child Connecticut cried dark darter dead dear DICK door dream ELISE Evvy Exit eyes face FANNY father fear fellah girl GRANNY GUSSIE hair hand head hear heard heart heaven heerd Heze Hinsdale John Joseph Striker Jotun JOYCE Juberlo kiss knew lady laughed LEIGH letter light live look ma'am Manderson Mary Miss mother never night Numbers o'er old stage door PEGGY Peter Adair pickaninny PLODDER poor RALPH round Salome seemed Sister of Mercy smile soul stand stood sure sweet tears tell thar There's thing thou thought to-night told turned twas Uncle Silas voice wait whispered wife wild woman wonder word young
Pasajes populares
Página 24 - Speak gently to the little child, — Its love be sure to gain ; Teach it, in accents soft and mild, It may not long remain.
Página 104 - You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I am not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry.
Página 24 - Speak gently to the aged one — Grieve not the careworn heart ; The sands of life are nearly run — Let such in peace depart.
Página 239 - Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
Página 230 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Página 107 - tis true, By such light as shines for you ; But in light ye cannot see, Of unfilled felicity — In enlarging paradise — Lives a life that never dies. Farewell, friends! Yet not farewell ; Where I am ye too shall dwell. I am gone before your face A moment's time, a little space ; When ye come where I have stepped Ye will wonder why ye wept ; Ye will know, by wise love taught, That here is all, and there Is naught.
Página 75 - Love sought its shade, at evening time, to breathe his early vows; And age was pleased, in heats of noon, to bask beneath its boughs; The dormouse loved its dangling twigs, the birds sweet music bore ; It stood a glory in its place, a blessing evermore.
Página 230 - Of this at least I feel assured, that there is no such thing as forgetting possible to the mind; a thousand accidents may and will interpose a veil between our present consciousness and the secret inscriptions on the mind; accidents of the same sort will also rend away this veil; but alike, whether veiled or unveiled, the inscription remains for ever...