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 85 találatból.
15. oldal
... , " Boys , be still , There's some bad news from Granger's folks . " He turns his back upon his grief , And vainly sought to hide the tears Kind nature sends to woe's relief , BB Then answering said , “ Ah , well ! Hal NUMBER FIVE 15.
... , " Boys , be still , There's some bad news from Granger's folks . " He turns his back upon his grief , And vainly sought to hide the tears Kind nature sends to woe's relief , BB Then answering said , “ Ah , well ! Hal NUMBER FIVE 15.
17. oldal
... tears . Now these rays were so bright , and they seemed to make such a shining way from earth to heaven , that when the child went to his solitary bed , he dreamed about the star ; and dreamed that , laying where he was , he saw a train ...
... tears . Now these rays were so bright , and they seemed to make such a shining way from earth to heaven , that when the child went to his solitary bed , he dreamed about the star ; and dreamed that , laying where he was , he saw a train ...
18. oldal
... tears . From that hour forth , the child looked out upon the star as the home he was to go to when his time should come ; and he thought that he did not belong to the earth alone , but to the star too , because of his sister's angel ...
... tears . From that hour forth , the child looked out upon the star as the home he was to go to when his time should come ; and he thought that he did not belong to the earth alone , but to the star too , because of his sister's angel ...
28. oldal
... his eyes ; but his wife was looking up at him , and it seemed as if the pent up tears of those weary months of waiting were streaming through her eyelids . COMPENSATION . * You think I'm nervous , stranger ? 28 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE ...
... his eyes ; but his wife was looking up at him , and it seemed as if the pent up tears of those weary months of waiting were streaming through her eyelids . COMPENSATION . * You think I'm nervous , stranger ? 28 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE ...
34. oldal
... tears , That I live in the grandest nation That hath stood in all the years . CRAPE ON THE DOOR . SOMEBODY's dead ; there's crape on the door , The blinds are half - closed on the neighboring store , Some one in sorrow , of a loved one ...
... tears , That I live in the grandest nation That hath stood in all the years . CRAPE ON THE DOOR . SOMEBODY's dead ; there's crape on the door , The blinds are half - closed on the neighboring store , Some one in sorrow , of a loved one ...
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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.