The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet, Volumen11876 |
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... feels it beating at his heart , rising to his throat , and demanding dis- closure . He thinks the whole world sees it in his face , reads it in his eyes , and almost hears its workings in the very si- lence of his thoughts . It has ...
... feels it beating at his heart , rising to his throat , and demanding dis- closure . He thinks the whole world sees it in his face , reads it in his eyes , and almost hears its workings in the very si- lence of his thoughts . It has ...
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... feel for their own children ought never to be fathers . 66 But I know why you lent the umbrella . Oh , yes ; I know very well . I was going out to tea at dear mother's to- morrow , you knew that ; and you did it on purpose . Don't tell ...
... feel for their own children ought never to be fathers . 66 But I know why you lent the umbrella . Oh , yes ; I know very well . I was going out to tea at dear mother's to- morrow , you knew that ; and you did it on purpose . Don't tell ...
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... the gentle blossom knows The feeling at my heart - the solemn grief So whelming and so deep That it disdains relief , And will not let me weep . I wonder that the woodbine thrives and grows , And 4 * 1 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS . 81.
... the gentle blossom knows The feeling at my heart - the solemn grief So whelming and so deep That it disdains relief , And will not let me weep . I wonder that the woodbine thrives and grows , And 4 * 1 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS . 81.
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... Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone- They are neither man nor woman- They are neither brute nor human— They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls , rolls , rolls , rolls , A pæan from the bells ...
... Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone- They are neither man nor woman- They are neither brute nor human— They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls , rolls , rolls , rolls , A pæan from the bells ...
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... feels for once as he ought- And commands , that they both to his throne shall be brought . Then , alternately gazing on each gallant youth , With looks of awe , wonder , and shame ; - " Ye have conquered ! " he cries , " yes , I see now ...
... feels for once as he ought- And commands , that they both to his throne shall be brought . Then , alternately gazing on each gallant youth , With looks of awe , wonder , and shame ; - " Ye have conquered ! " he cries , " yes , I see now ...
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Términos y frases comunes
arms Bardell beautiful bells beneath bless blood brave breast breath bright brow Carthage Charles Dickens child cold cried Dacotahs dark dead dear death door dream dying earth eyes face fall father fell fire flag flowers gazed glory gone grave hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heerd Hiawatha honor hour Ishmael Day land Lars Porsena Laughing Laughing Water light lips live Lochinvar look Lord Minnehaha morning mother neath never Nevermore night Nokomis o'er pale Pickwick poor pray prayer Ring river river Lee Rome SHAMUS Shibboleth shout silence sleep smile sorrow soul Spartacus stand star-spangled banner stars stood sweet sword tears tell thee there's thing thou thought Toll Twas voice wave weary weep wife wigwam wild wonder word young
Pasajes populares
Página 101 - 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.
Página 108 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Página 145 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Página 134 - O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Página 34 - If we shall suppose that American slavery is one of those offenses which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through His appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both North and South this terrible war as the woe due to those by whom the offense came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a living God always ascribe to Him?
Página 100 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer, — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
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. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 108 - I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Página 72 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Página 142 - NAY, then, farewell, I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.