The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Phineas Garrett Penn Publishing Company, 1878 |
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... Blessed are They that Mourn . Billy Grimes , the Drover ....... Bricklayers , The .... ..Irwin Russell . xvi ... Blessing on the Dance , A Before Sedan ... 142 159 16 37 46 55 93 168 .G . H. Burnes . xvi . 174 Centennial Hymn ...
... Blessed are They that Mourn . Billy Grimes , the Drover ....... Bricklayers , The .... ..Irwin Russell . xvi ... Blessing on the Dance , A Before Sedan ... 142 159 16 37 46 55 93 168 .G . H. Burnes . xvi . 174 Centennial Hymn ...
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... Bless Our School ... God Save Our President .. Grateful Preacher , The ... Gualberto's Victory .. Game Knut Played , The . Grandmother Gray . Gift of Tritemius , The . Good and Better ..... W. C. Bryant . xiii . .......... W. F. Fox ...
... Bless Our School ... God Save Our President .. Grateful Preacher , The ... Gualberto's Victory .. Game Knut Played , The . Grandmother Gray . Gift of Tritemius , The . Good and Better ..... W. C. Bryant . xiii . .......... W. F. Fox ...
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... blessing for their loved ones , in that hour of direst need . " Hark ! the trumpet now is calling . Soldiers , forward ! cow- ards , fly ! Let no laggard join the columns ! -heroes live , or heroes die . Ho , there , standard - bearers ...
... blessing for their loved ones , in that hour of direst need . " Hark ! the trumpet now is calling . Soldiers , forward ! cow- ards , fly ! Let no laggard join the columns ! -heroes live , or heroes die . Ho , there , standard - bearers ...
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... blessing , " sweet words deftly graven there . Gone all feuds and deadly striving ; gone the soldier ; and a son , Lost forever to his mother , now his dimmed eyes rested on . Quick he tore aside the doublet , fanned the pallid brow ...
... blessing , " sweet words deftly graven there . Gone all feuds and deadly striving ; gone the soldier ; and a son , Lost forever to his mother , now his dimmed eyes rested on . Quick he tore aside the doublet , fanned the pallid brow ...
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... blessed fool to stick up there and let ma try . Zo ef my plan wer carried out by booath the grate and smaal , I zomehow thenk there'd never be noa fitin not at aal . Devence but not deviance es noo onmanein whim- Doant never fight - but ...
... blessed fool to stick up there and let ma try . Zo ef my plan wer carried out by booath the grate and smaal , I zomehow thenk there'd never be noa fitin not at aal . Devence but not deviance es noo onmanein whim- Doant never fight - but ...
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Seite 149 - Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.