The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet: Combining 100 Choice Selections ; Nos. 1 - Embracing New and Standard Productions of Oratory, Sentiment, Eloquence, Pathos, Wit and Humor, 2. kötetP. Garrett & Company, 1884 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 79 találatból.
8. oldal
... keep Thy mind from sloth , thy heart from soil ; Press on ! and thou shalt surely reap A heavenly harvest for thy toil . THE WORTH OF ELOQUENCE . LET us not , gentlemen , undervalue the art of the orator . Of all the efforts of the ...
... keep Thy mind from sloth , thy heart from soil ; Press on ! and thou shalt surely reap A heavenly harvest for thy toil . THE WORTH OF ELOQUENCE . LET us not , gentlemen , undervalue the art of the orator . Of all the efforts of the ...
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... the city then , the mystery would have remained unsolved , but the stranger became so excited that he could keep his seat no longer . Some one must help him , and as I was the 34 NUMBER FIVE , Bull Fight, Compensation.
... the city then , the mystery would have remained unsolved , but the stranger became so excited that he could keep his seat no longer . Some one must help him , and as I was the 34 NUMBER FIVE , Bull Fight, Compensation.
45. oldal
... keep quiet ? Cant't you keep the rule ? — Bless me , this is pleasant , Teaching public school ! Forty little pilgrims . On the road to fame ; If they fail to reach it , Who will be to blame ? High and lowly stations- Birds of every ...
... keep quiet ? Cant't you keep the rule ? — Bless me , this is pleasant , Teaching public school ! Forty little pilgrims . On the road to fame ; If they fail to reach it , Who will be to blame ? High and lowly stations- Birds of every ...
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... keep watch and ward to - night ! For our God hath crushed the tyrant , our God hath raised the slave , And mocked the counsel of the wise and the valor of the brave . Then glory to His holy name , from whom all glories are ! And glory ...
... keep watch and ward to - night ! For our God hath crushed the tyrant , our God hath raised the slave , And mocked the counsel of the wise and the valor of the brave . Then glory to His holy name , from whom all glories are ! And glory ...
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... keeps Within its curves the music of the sea- A wondrous thing ! which seems to live , but does not , For nothing lives but God , and all in Him . The Spirit is a substance , a pure form Of immaterial tissue , finely wrought Into the ...
... keeps Within its curves the music of the sea- A wondrous thing ! which seems to live , but does not , For nothing lives but God , and all in Him . The Spirit is a substance , a pure form Of immaterial tissue , finely wrought Into the ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Annabel Lee arms balance wheel Beagle beautiful beneath bless breast breath captain's gig Carthage Char-co-o-al child cold cried dark Deacon Jones dead dear death Deborah Lee door Dora dream earth eyes face fair father fear feel feet fell flowers frog give glory gone grave hand head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour kiss knew lady land laugh light lips live look Lord morning mother neath never night NUMBER o'er once pass poor portmanteau pray prayer R. H. BARHAM raspberry pie round Santa Claus shine sigh sing sleep smile sorrow soul spirit stand stood sweet tears tell thee There's thing thou thought to-day told turned Twas Twill voice weary wife wild word young
Népszerű szakaszok
81. oldal - Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor.
157. oldal - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow!
155. oldal - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
84. oldal - Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode — (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
82. oldal - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide. To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
83. oldal - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
156. oldal - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene." "Why 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
125. 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.
81. oldal - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
83. oldal - Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.