The Speaker's Garland, Volum 5Penn Publishing Company, 1910 |
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Pàgina 11
... grave ! The baby is dead . The tiny image , white as sculptured Parian , lies yonder in its snowy casket , draped in spotless fabrics , and wreathed with funeral flowers . The mother bends with anguished eyes above the still , small ...
... grave ! The baby is dead . The tiny image , white as sculptured Parian , lies yonder in its snowy casket , draped in spotless fabrics , and wreathed with funeral flowers . The mother bends with anguished eyes above the still , small ...
Pàgina 25
... grave ; and the grave - digger and the murderer , who are they ? Rum . It wipes out the likeness of God from the soul , and makes a man a mixture of the brute and the demon , evolving the stupidity of the one and the philosophy of the ...
... grave ; and the grave - digger and the murderer , who are they ? Rum . It wipes out the likeness of God from the soul , and makes a man a mixture of the brute and the demon , evolving the stupidity of the one and the philosophy of the ...
Pàgina 31
... grave o'er his head . But the night dew that falls , though in silence it weeps , Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed , though in secret it rolls , Shall long keep his memory green in our ...
... grave o'er his head . But the night dew that falls , though in silence it weeps , Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed , though in secret it rolls , Shall long keep his memory green in our ...
Pàgina 34
... grave earnestness , ' Moggareck , " ( Mrs. Bosbyschell's front name is Margaret ) " I've - hic - I've gotta - gotta quickened coshience . " • " A what ? " asked Mrs. Bosbyschell , in calm disdain . " A quicked coshience , " repeated Mr ...
... grave earnestness , ' Moggareck , " ( Mrs. Bosbyschell's front name is Margaret ) " I've - hic - I've gotta - gotta quickened coshience . " • " A what ? " asked Mrs. Bosbyschell , in calm disdain . " A quicked coshience , " repeated Mr ...
Pàgina 44
... grave its dead releases , Filling his bedded wife with sore affright In walked his grisly sprite , In fifty thousand pieces ! " O Mary ! " so it seemed In hollow melancholy tone to say , Whilst through its airy shape the moonlight ...
... grave its dead releases , Filling his bedded wife with sore affright In walked his grisly sprite , In fifty thousand pieces ! " O Mary ! " so it seemed In hollow melancholy tone to say , Whilst through its airy shape the moonlight ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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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...