The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet, Band 11876 |
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... things that are now , Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow , Who make in their dwelling a transient abode , Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road . Yea ! hope and despondency , pleasure and pain , We mingle ...
... things that are now , Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow , Who make in their dwelling a transient abode , Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road . Yea ! hope and despondency , pleasure and pain , We mingle ...
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... thing is that , I say ? " " A ' long - shore meeting - house adrift Is standing down the bay ! " A frown came over Morris ' face ; The strange , dark craft he knew : " That is the iron Merrimac , Mann'd by a rebel crew . " So shot your ...
... thing is that , I say ? " " A ' long - shore meeting - house adrift Is standing down the bay ! " A frown came over Morris ' face ; The strange , dark craft he knew : " That is the iron Merrimac , Mann'd by a rebel crew . " So shot your ...
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... thing but fear'd . She reach'd our range . Our broadside rang ; Our heavy pivots roar'd ; And shot and shell , a fire of hell , Against her side we pour'd . God's mercy ! from her sloping roof The iron tempest glanced , As hail bounds ...
... thing but fear'd . She reach'd our range . Our broadside rang ; Our heavy pivots roar'd ; And shot and shell , a fire of hell , Against her side we pour'd . God's mercy ! from her sloping roof The iron tempest glanced , As hail bounds ...
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... thing was blank . When I awoke , a soldier lad , All dripping from the sea , With two great tears upon his cheeks , Was bending over me . I tried to speak . He understood The wish I could not speak . He turn'd me . There , thank God ...
... thing was blank . When I awoke , a soldier lad , All dripping from the sea , With two great tears upon his cheeks , Was bending over me . I tried to speak . He understood The wish I could not speak . He turn'd me . There , thank God ...
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... thing or two . The old man pulls his boots And travels off to bed , The old lady's yawning And tying up her head ... things good and bad , He never would “ leave go , ' Till an answer he had : He declared he loved her , And his love was ...
... thing or two . The old man pulls his boots And travels off to bed , The old lady's yawning And tying up her head ... things good and bad , He never would “ leave go , ' Till an answer he had : He declared he loved her , And his love was ...
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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.