The Speaker's Garland, Volum 2Penn Publishing Company, 1892 |
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Pàgina 14
... leave me , while dim life remains , To list his parting sigh ; To kiss away those gory stains , To close his beamless eye ! Ye will not ! no - he triumphs still , Whose foes his death - pangs dread ; His was the power , yours but the ...
... leave me , while dim life remains , To list his parting sigh ; To kiss away those gory stains , To close his beamless eye ! Ye will not ! no - he triumphs still , Whose foes his death - pangs dread ; His was the power , yours but the ...
Pàgina 27
... leave , but as we were twenty - five miles from Boston , the idea of such early preparations was ridicu- lous . If we had entered the city then , the mystery would have remained unsolved , but the stranger became so excited that he ...
... leave , but as we were twenty - five miles from Boston , the idea of such early preparations was ridicu- lous . If we had entered the city then , the mystery would have remained unsolved , but the stranger became so excited that he ...
Pàgina 46
... leave without passing him . He snapped savagely right and left - no one could pass him without being bitten . This increased the fearful confusion . With horror depicted upon their counte- nances , all sprang up and shrunk from the dog ...
... leave without passing him . He snapped savagely right and left - no one could pass him without being bitten . This increased the fearful confusion . With horror depicted upon their counte- nances , all sprang up and shrunk from the dog ...
Pàgina 47
... leave to God , into his hands I commend my spirit . " Nothing could save the brave smith ; neither tears , la- mentations nor prayers . Madness seized him , and after nine days he died . He died , but his memory will live from ...
... leave to God , into his hands I commend my spirit . " Nothing could save the brave smith ; neither tears , la- mentations nor prayers . Madness seized him , and after nine days he died . He died , but his memory will live from ...
Pàgina 51
... leave The earth we tread beneath our feet , And soar away on pinions fleet Beyond the scenes of mortal strife , With fair ethereal forms to meet , That tell us of the after life ? No God ! -Who fixed the solid ground Of pillars strong ...
... leave The earth we tread beneath our feet , And soar away on pinions fleet Beyond the scenes of mortal strife , With fair ethereal forms to meet , That tell us of the after life ? No God ! -Who fixed the solid ground Of pillars strong ...
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The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ... Phineas Garrett Visualització completa - 1904 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
angels Annabel Lee arms asked balance wheel Beagle beautiful beneath bless Boy George breath Calaveras county captain's gig child cold cousin Sally Dilliard cried dark dead dear death Deborah Lee door Dora dream earth eyes face fair father fear feel feet flowers frog give glory gone grave hand head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour kiss lady light lips live look Lord morning mother neath never night o'er once passed poor portmanteau pray prayer round Santa Claus shine sigh sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stand star stood sure sweet tears tell thee There's thing thou thought to-day told took turned Twas twill vaiter voice W. S. Gilbert wife word young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 122 - But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Pàgina 70 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Pàgina 123 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Pàgina 122 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me ; Yes ! — that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Pàgina 70 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
Pàgina 105 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Pàgina 78 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Pàgina 180 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man...