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And as Virginius through the press his way in silence cleft , Ever the mighty multitude fell back to right and left ; And he hath passed in safety unto his woful home , And there ta'en horse to tell the camp what deeds are done in Rome ...
And as Virginius through the press his way in silence cleft , Ever the mighty multitude fell back to right and left ; And he hath passed in safety unto his woful home , And there ta'en horse to tell the camp what deeds are done in Rome ...
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arms beautiful bells beneath bless blood brave breath bright child close cold comes cried dark dead dear death deep door dream dying earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fell fire give gone grave hand head hear heard heart heaven hill hold honor hope hour human keep land laugh leave light lips live look Lord meet morning mother never night o'er once passed peace Pickwick poor rest rose round seemed side silent sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stand stars stood sure sweet tears tell thee there's things thou thought thousand true turned Twas voice waves wife wild wind wonder young
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Seite 6 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just ; And this be our motto :
Seite 117 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods, rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Seite 70 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Seite 162 - What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Seite 162 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Seite 55 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, And the bridemaidens whispered, "'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Seite 117 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men — The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron, and maid, The bowed with age, the infant in the smiles And beauty of its innocent age cut off — Shall, one by one, be gathered to thy...
Seite 59 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I...
Seite 31 - Both read the same Bible, and pray to the same God ; and each invokes his aid against the other. It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God's assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces ; but let us judge not, that we be not judged. The prayers of both could not be answered— that of neither has been answered fully. The Almighty has his own purposes.
Seite 108 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious, periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb show and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod. Pray you avoid it.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ... Band 1 von The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections, Phineas Garrett |
| Herausgeber | Phineas Garrett |
| Verlag | Penn Publishing Company, 1905 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 15. Aug. 2007 |
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