The Speaker's Garland, Volum 5Penn Publishing Company, 1910 |
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Pàgina 11
... -- the symbols of her grief and baby's inno- cence : " Lo ! I surrender back to Thee the soul that Thou didst lend me ; unsullied , as from Thy hands , I yield it up , in faith and hope ; but oh ! I give NUMBER SEVENTEEN . 11.
... -- the symbols of her grief and baby's inno- cence : " Lo ! I surrender back to Thee the soul that Thou didst lend me ; unsullied , as from Thy hands , I yield it up , in faith and hope ; but oh ! I give NUMBER SEVENTEEN . 11.
Pàgina 21
... give me a dime to buy some bread . " I turned to look at the ragged form , That , in the midst of the pitiless storm , Pinched and haggard and old with care , In accents pleading , was standing there . " T was a little boy not twelve ...
... give me a dime to buy some bread . " I turned to look at the ragged form , That , in the midst of the pitiless storm , Pinched and haggard and old with care , In accents pleading , was standing there . " T was a little boy not twelve ...
Pàgina 36
... give the countersign ! " With bayonet at a charge I wait - ` The corporal gives the mystic spell ; With arms aport I charge my mate , Then onward pass , and all is well . But in the tent that night awake , I ask , if in the fray I fall ...
... give the countersign ! " With bayonet at a charge I wait - ` The corporal gives the mystic spell ; With arms aport I charge my mate , Then onward pass , and all is well . But in the tent that night awake , I ask , if in the fray I fall ...
Pàgina 50
... Give them the blare of the trumpet ! Give them the roll of the drum ! A NOCTURNAL SKETCH . - THOMAS HOOD . Even is come ; and from the dark park , hark ! The signal of the setting sun , -one gun ! And six is sounding from the chime ...
... Give them the blare of the trumpet ! Give them the roll of the drum ! A NOCTURNAL SKETCH . - THOMAS HOOD . Even is come ; and from the dark park , hark ! The signal of the setting sun , -one gun ! And six is sounding from the chime ...
Pàgina 66
... gives her half . I brought her fifty dollars now , To pay her doctor's bill- We got for selling our best cow— She wrote ... give to them and more ; Never , never close the door To the poor . ZEPH HIGGINS ' CONFESSION . - HARRIET BEECHER ...
... gives her half . I brought her fifty dollars now , To pay her doctor's bill- We got for selling our best cow— She wrote ... give to them and more ; Never , never close the door To the poor . ZEPH HIGGINS ' CONFESSION . - HARRIET BEECHER ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
arms asked baby Barum beautiful Benedict Arnold blessed blood brave breath Cambyses centimes child Cobe cried dark dead dear death door earth eyes face father feet fell fellah fire friends girl golden gone grave gray gray hawks hair hand head hear heard heart heaven jined kiss knew laugh light lips live look Lord madam man-the miller of Dee morning mother mule neath never night o'er Old Mother Hubbard once Ormolu passed poor pray prayer rose round Saar Saladin Samuel Johnson shouted sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound stand stood sweet tears tell thee There's thing thou thought told took Toussaint L'Ouverture turned Twas twill Vake voice weary whispered wife wild window woman wonder words young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 200 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His scepter 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 sceptered 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 160 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Pàgina 202 - Nay, take my life and all ; pardon not that : You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.
Pàgina 170 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition?
Pàgina 76 - Tis not by guilt the onward sweep Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay; 'Tis by our follies that so long We hold the earth from heaven away.
Pàgina 111 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of Spring ; It made him whistle, it made him sing ; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float ; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape rock, And I'll plague the abbot of Aberbrothok.
Pàgina 116 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
Pàgina 192 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Pàgina 200 - Some men there are, love not a gaping pig ; Some, that are mad, if they behold a cat ; And others, when the bag-pipe sings i...
Pàgina 149 - Handful of men as we were, we were English in heart and in limb, Strong with the strength of the race to command, to obey, to endure, Each of us fought as if hope for the garrison hung but on him; Still - could we watch at all points? we were every day fewer and fewer. There was a whisper among us, but only a whisper that...