The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet: Combining 100 Choice Selections, Nos. 1 - Embracing Rare Poetical Gems, Fine Specimens of Oratory, Popular Patriotic Effusions, Thrilling Sentiment, Impassioned Eloquence, Tender Pathos, and Sparkling Humor ...P. Garrett & Company, 1876 |
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7. oldal
... Win the yain wonder of applauding children , — But never hope to stir the hearts of men , And mould the souls of many into one , By words which come not native from the heart ! 7 CURFEW MUST NOT RING TO - NIGHT . England's sun.
... Win the yain wonder of applauding children , — But never hope to stir the hearts of men , And mould the souls of many into one , By words which come not native from the heart ! 7 CURFEW MUST NOT RING TO - NIGHT . England's sun.
8. oldal
... heart Like a thousand gleaming arrows - like a deadly poisoned dart ; " Long , long years I've rung the Curfew from that gloomy shadowed tower ; Every evening , just at sunset , it has told the twilight hour ; I have done my duty ever ...
... heart Like a thousand gleaming arrows - like a deadly poisoned dart ; " Long , long years I've rung the Curfew from that gloomy shadowed tower ; Every evening , just at sunset , it has told the twilight hour ; I have done my duty ever ...
14. oldal
... Heart to heart we bide the shadows , Till the mists have cleared away . We shall know as we are known , Nevermore to walk alone , When the Day of Light is dawning , And the mists have cleared away . GUILTY OR NOT GUILTY . She stood at ...
... Heart to heart we bide the shadows , Till the mists have cleared away . We shall know as we are known , Nevermore to walk alone , When the Day of Light is dawning , And the mists have cleared away . GUILTY OR NOT GUILTY . She stood at ...
30. oldal
... heart to Rome , and my soul to God . " Bear it on tenderly , Slowly and mournfully ! That heart of a nation which pulsates no more , The fount that gushed ever with Freedom's high lore . Through years over Erin it brooded and wept , It ...
... heart to Rome , and my soul to God . " Bear it on tenderly , Slowly and mournfully ! That heart of a nation which pulsates no more , The fount that gushed ever with Freedom's high lore . Through years over Erin it brooded and wept , It ...
38. oldal
... heart , farewell ! " The scene was changed . It was a lake with one small lone- ly isle , And there within the prison walls of its baronial pile , Stern men stood menacing their queen till she should stoop to sign The traitorous scroll ...
... heart , farewell ! " The scene was changed . It was a lake with one small lone- ly isle , And there within the prison walls of its baronial pile , Stern men stood menacing their queen till she should stoop to sign The traitorous scroll ...
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121. oldal - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. 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...
112. oldal - For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
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...
140. oldal - The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were lovesick with them...
169. oldal - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks; It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.
83. oldal - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault : if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
111. oldal - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? And sell the mighty space of our large honours, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?— I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
84. oldal - My very noble and approved good masters, — That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her ; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
31. oldal - THERE is no flock , however watched and tended , But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
82. oldal - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.