The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1904 |
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8. oldal
... eyes and pale her features , stern and white her thoughtful brow , And within her heart's deep centre , Bessie made a solemn vow ; She had listened while the judges read , without a tear or sigh , " At the ringing of the Curfew - Basil ...
... eyes and pale her features , stern and white her thoughtful brow , And within her heart's deep centre , Bessie made a solemn vow ; She had listened while the judges read , without a tear or sigh , " At the ringing of the Curfew - Basil ...
9. oldal
... eyes flash with sudden light , As she springs and grasps it firmly— “ Curfew shall not ring to - night ! " Out she swung , far out , the city seemed a tiny speck below ; There , ' twixt heaven and earth suspended , as the bell swung to ...
... eyes flash with sudden light , As she springs and grasps it firmly— “ Curfew shall not ring to - night ! " Out she swung , far out , the city seemed a tiny speck below ; There , ' twixt heaven and earth suspended , as the bell swung to ...
15. oldal
... eyes in a moment , And looked in the judge's eye . " I will tell you just how it was , sir , My father and mother are dead , And my little brother and sisters Were hungry and asked me for bread . At first I earned it for them By working ...
... eyes in a moment , And looked in the judge's eye . " I will tell you just how it was , sir , My father and mother are dead , And my little brother and sisters Were hungry and asked me for bread . At first I earned it for them By working ...
48. oldal
... eyes , ablaze in their sockets , burnt into the eyes of the crowd : - " You may keep your gold : I scorn it ! -- but answer me , ye who can , If the deed I have done before you be not the deed of a man ? " He stepped but a short space ...
... eyes , ablaze in their sockets , burnt into the eyes of the crowd : - " You may keep your gold : I scorn it ! -- but answer me , ye who can , If the deed I have done before you be not the deed of a man ? " He stepped but a short space ...
55. oldal
... eyes fixed upon her Bible , now and then turning over its sacred pages , and gradually becoming calm and self - pos- sessed . At length , having resolved what to do , she rose from her seat and proceeded to undress , as usual , first ...
... eyes fixed upon her Bible , now and then turning over its sacred pages , and gradually becoming calm and self - pos- sessed . At length , having resolved what to do , she rose from her seat and proceeded to undress , as usual , first ...
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Abimalech Alma River arms asked Babylon beautiful Binley blessed Blifkins bosom breast breath brow carronade Caudle cheek child cold cried dark dead dear death door dream earth ELIZA COOK eyes face father fear Feely feet fire friends gaze Gelert gentleman in black give glory gone grave hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hour human voice kiss knew land laugh light lips live look Lord mind morning mother neath never Nevermore night o'er once pale pard passed poor pray prayer round Saladin shadow shout sigh sleep smile Snob sorrow soul stand stood sweet tears tell thee there's thing thou thought told turned Twas Twill Uncle Tom venison voice waves weary wife wild wind woman wonder words young
Népszerű szakaszok
167. oldal - No, by the rood, not so: You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; And — would it were not so ! — you are my mother.
113. oldal - Set in a note-book, learned, and conned by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
167. oldal - Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there; makes marriage -vows As false as dicers...
85. oldal - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...
71. oldal - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
140. oldal - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
121. oldal - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling. And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel; And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
32. oldal - There is no death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
168. oldal - Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband. — Look you now, what follows: Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor?
38. oldal - Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore ; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair ; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep ; — Rock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep ! Backward, flow backward, oh, tide of the years!