The Speaker's Garland, 2. kötetPenn Publishing Company, 1892 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 76 találatból.
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... soul , Come wealth and honor and renown . To thine own self be true , and keep Thy mind from sloth , thy heart from soil ; Press on ! and thou shalt surely reap A heavenly harvest for thy toil . SAVED . - JENNIE JOY . Come ! hurry up ...
... soul , Come wealth and honor and renown . To thine own self be true , and keep Thy mind from sloth , thy heart from soil ; Press on ! and thou shalt surely reap A heavenly harvest for thy toil . SAVED . - JENNIE JOY . Come ! hurry up ...
9. oldal
... soul — yes , saved your weak , old dad . THE WORTH OF ELOQUENCE . Let us not , gentlemen , undervalue the art of the ora- tor . Of all the efforts of the human mind , it is the most astonishing in its nature , and the most transcendent ...
... soul — yes , saved your weak , old dad . THE WORTH OF ELOQUENCE . Let us not , gentlemen , undervalue the art of the ora- tor . Of all the efforts of the human mind , it is the most astonishing in its nature , and the most transcendent ...
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... soul That hour should yet reveal , By name John Maynard , eastern - born , Stood calmly at the wheel . " Head her ... souls , the steamer's freight , Crowd forward wild with fear , BB * While at the stern the dreaded flames Above the ...
... soul That hour should yet reveal , By name John Maynard , eastern - born , Stood calmly at the wheel . " Head her ... souls , the steamer's freight , Crowd forward wild with fear , BB * While at the stern the dreaded flames Above the ...
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... soul , — I trust God's pardon if I have no creed . A RAILROAD CAR SCENE . On the road from Springfield to Boston , I ran across what first struck me as a very singular genius . This was a stout , black - whiskered man who sat ...
... soul , — I trust God's pardon if I have no creed . A RAILROAD CAR SCENE . On the road from Springfield to Boston , I ran across what first struck me as a very singular genius . This was a stout , black - whiskered man who sat ...
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... soul to 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 ...
... soul to 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 ...
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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
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122. oldal - 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.
70. oldal - 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.
123. oldal - 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.
122. oldal - 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.
70. oldal - 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.
105. oldal - 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.
78. oldal - 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...
180. oldal - 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...