The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet, Band 11876 |
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... arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death . Flag of the seas ! on ocean wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave ; When death , careering on the gale , Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail , And frighted waves rush wildly ...
... arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death . Flag of the seas ! on ocean wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave ; When death , careering on the gale , Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail , And frighted waves rush wildly ...
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... arm'd in deadly strife : -it was the President ! The woes of thirty millions fill'd his burden'd heart with grief ... arms , the sun's effulgent blaze ; While , from a sombre prison - house , seen slowly to emerge , A sad procession ...
... arm'd in deadly strife : -it was the President ! The woes of thirty millions fill'd his burden'd heart with grief ... arms , the sun's effulgent blaze ; While , from a sombre prison - house , seen slowly to emerge , A sad procession ...
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... ; Toil done with skinny arms , and faces hued Like pallid masks , while dolefully behind Glimmered the fading embers of a mind ! That awful hour , when through the prostrate band Delirium 20 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS . Famine,
... ; Toil done with skinny arms , and faces hued Like pallid masks , while dolefully behind Glimmered the fading embers of a mind ! That awful hour , when through the prostrate band Delirium 20 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS . Famine,
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... arms around her : Said that she must be his , She'd not get a sounder . Zeke kept a holdin ' on And swore his fate he'd know ; While Sal could but utter , " Zeke Jones , I'll tell you what it is , I can't stand it , and I won't let you ...
... arms around her : Said that she must be his , She'd not get a sounder . Zeke kept a holdin ' on And swore his fate he'd know ; While Sal could but utter , " Zeke Jones , I'll tell you what it is , I can't stand it , and I won't let you ...
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... arms ; " and as you gather , every omen of present concord and ultimate peace will surround you . The ministers of religion , the priests of literature , the historians of the past , the illustrators of the present , capital , science ...
... arms ; " and as you gather , every omen of present concord and ultimate peace will surround you . The ministers of religion , the priests of literature , the historians of the past , the illustrators of the present , capital , science ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 101 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
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...
Seite 145 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Seite 134 - O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 34 - If we shall suppose that American slavery is one of those offenses which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through His appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both North and South this terrible war as the woe due to those by whom the offense came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a living God always ascribe to Him?
Seite 100 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer, — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Seite 134 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 108 - I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Seite 72 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Seite 142 - NAY, then, farewell, I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.