The Speaker's Garland, Volum 2Penn Publishing Company, 1892 |
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Pàgina 12
... voice of the Frenchman . " I be glad of zat , I like ze pic- tair . I buy ' em of you , sare . How much you ask ? " They are not for sale ! " replied the sleepy gentle- man - more thoroughly awake , by - the - by , and not a lit- tle ...
... voice of the Frenchman . " I be glad of zat , I like ze pic- tair . I buy ' em of you , sare . How much you ask ? " They are not for sale ! " replied the sleepy gentle- man - more thoroughly awake , by - the - by , and not a lit- tle ...
Pàgina 23
... , As , in a sailor's measured tone , His voice responds , “ Ay ! ay ! " Three hundred souls , the steamer's freight , Crowd forward wild with fear , BB * While at the stern the dreaded flames Above the deck NUMBER FIVE . 23.
... , As , in a sailor's measured tone , His voice responds , “ Ay ! ay ! " Three hundred souls , the steamer's freight , Crowd forward wild with fear , BB * While at the stern the dreaded flames Above the deck NUMBER FIVE . 23.
Pàgina 24
... voice from out the stifling smoke Faintly responds , " Ay ! ay ! " But half a mile ! a hundred hands Stretch eagerly to shore . But half a mile ! That distance sped Peril shall all be o'er . But half a mile ! Yet stay , the flames No ...
... voice from out the stifling smoke Faintly responds , " Ay ! ay ! " But half a mile ! a hundred hands Stretch eagerly to shore . But half a mile ! That distance sped Peril shall all be o'er . But half a mile ! Yet stay , the flames No ...
Pàgina 46
... voice , “ Good heavens ! the dog is mad ! ” Then arose a terrible outery . The room was full of men and women , and the foaming beast stood before the only entrance -- no one could leave without passing him . He snapped savagely right ...
... voice , “ Good heavens ! the dog is mad ! ” Then arose a terrible outery . The room was full of men and women , and the foaming beast stood before the only entrance -- no one could leave without passing him . He snapped savagely right ...
Pàgina 51
... voice that floats upon the night winds will bewail your utter hopelessness and folly . Is there no God ? Who , then , unrolled the blue scroll , and threw upon its high frontispiece the legible gleam- ings of immortality ? Who fashioned ...
... voice that floats upon the night winds will bewail your utter hopelessness and folly . Is there no God ? Who , then , unrolled the blue scroll , and threw upon its high frontispiece the legible gleam- ings of immortality ? Who fashioned ...
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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...