The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Phineas Garrett Penn Publishing Company, 1878 |
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... Lady Clara Vere de Vere .... Law ...... Letting the old Cat Die .... Little Rocket's Christmas . 6 Landlord of The Blue Hen , " The . Last Redoubt , The ....... Less than Cost . Phoebe Cary . xiv . Frances Browne . xiv . Myra A. Goodwin ...
... Lady Clara Vere de Vere .... Law ...... Letting the old Cat Die .... Little Rocket's Christmas . 6 Landlord of The Blue Hen , " The . Last Redoubt , The ....... Less than Cost . Phoebe Cary . xiv . Frances Browne . xiv . Myra A. Goodwin ...
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... Lord ! I feel so glad ! It am always dark fo ' day : So , honey , don't yer be sad : DE SEA'LL GIVE WAY . " A lady dressed in mourning Turned with a sudden start , Gave one glance at the baby , Then caught it NUMBER THIRTEEN . 15 .
... Lord ! I feel so glad ! It am always dark fo ' day : So , honey , don't yer be sad : DE SEA'LL GIVE WAY . " A lady dressed in mourning Turned with a sudden start , Gave one glance at the baby , Then caught it NUMBER THIRTEEN . 15 .
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... lady , Spelled lots o ' French and Latin words , And caved on rutabaga . And as I sot there quiet like , A winkin ' and a blinkin ' , The gaslight glarin ' in my eyes , I couldn't 38 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS Jamie Douglas Jane ...
... lady , Spelled lots o ' French and Latin words , And caved on rutabaga . And as I sot there quiet like , A winkin ' and a blinkin ' , The gaslight glarin ' in my eyes , I couldn't 38 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS Jamie Douglas Jane ...
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... lady of the house sat down and told her that agents , book - peddlers , hat - rack men , picture sellers , ash - buyers , rag- men , and all that class of people must be met at the front door and coldly repulsed , and Sarah said she'd ...
... lady of the house sat down and told her that agents , book - peddlers , hat - rack men , picture sellers , ash - buyers , rag- men , and all that class of people must be met at the front door and coldly repulsed , and Sarah said she'd ...
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... lady my card , and say that I called ? " ' No , I won't ; we are bored to death with cards and hand- bills and circulars . Come , I can't stand here all day . " 66 Didn't you know that I was a minister ? " he asked as he backed off ...
... lady my card , and say that I called ? " ' No , I won't ; we are bored to death with cards and hand- bills and circulars . Come , I can't stand here all day . " 66 Didn't you know that I was a minister ? " he asked as he backed off ...
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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.