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 82 találatból.
12. oldal
... tell me . You say you sell ze pictair . Is it because I one Frenchman , zat you will not sell me ze pictair ? The irritated gentleman hoping to rid himself of the annoyance , turned his back upon his assailant , and made no reply . But ...
... tell me . You say you sell ze pictair . Is it because I one Frenchman , zat you will not sell me ze pictair ? The irritated gentleman hoping to rid himself of the annoyance , turned his back upon his assailant , and made no reply . But ...
13. oldal
... tell you vat you say , you say ze con- trarie - zat is not so ! " " But I didn't tell you I would sell the pictures , " remonstrated the man with the engravings , beginning to feel alarmed at the passion manifested by the other . " You ...
... tell you vat you say , you say ze con- trarie - zat is not so ! " " But I didn't tell you I would sell the pictures , " remonstrated the man with the engravings , beginning to feel alarmed at the passion manifested by the other . " You ...
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... tell a soldier just a thing or two ; Had a furlough ? been to see How all the folks in Jersey do . It's a year ago since I was there , Aye , with a bullet from Fair Oaks ; But since you've been home , old comrade , dear , Say , did you ...
... tell a soldier just a thing or two ; Had a furlough ? been to see How all the folks in Jersey do . It's a year ago since I was there , Aye , with a bullet from Fair Oaks ; But since you've been home , old comrade , dear , Say , did you ...
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... tell . Amid this dust of theologic strife , I hungered with a want unsatisfied . Heaven while I lived , not Heaven when I died , Was what I craved ; and how to make sublime And beautiful my life , While yet I lingered on the shores of ...
... tell . Amid this dust of theologic strife , I hungered with a want unsatisfied . Heaven while I lived , not Heaven when I died , Was what I craved ; and how to make sublime And beautiful my life , While yet I lingered on the shores of ...
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... tell her I'm behind ? I'm choking ; see my eyes - you understand ? CHICAGO . DWIGHT WILLIAMS . - HARK Hark ! Hark ! From thine midnight's hush and dark , Hear a wild , wild cry of fear Rising on the atmosphere ; Weird and shrill the ...
... tell her I'm behind ? I'm choking ; see my eyes - you understand ? CHICAGO . DWIGHT WILLIAMS . - HARK Hark ! Hark ! From thine midnight's hush and dark , Hear a wild , wild cry of fear Rising on the atmosphere ; Weird and shrill 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.