The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet: Combining 100 Choice Selections, Nos. 1, 2, 3 and 4. Four Vol. in One. Embracing Rare Poetical Gems, Fine Specimens Oratory ...P. Garrett & Company, 1876 |
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... sound ! Then suddenly was heard the noise of steeds and wheels ap- proach , - An 1 , rolling through a cloud of dust , appear'd a stately coach . On , past the guards , and through the field , its rapid course was bent , Till , halting ...
... sound ! Then suddenly was heard the noise of steeds and wheels ap- proach , - An 1 , rolling through a cloud of dust , appear'd a stately coach . On , past the guards , and through the field , its rapid course was bent , Till , halting ...
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... sound . Hark ! heard you not the noise of guns ? And there , and there again ? ' Tis some uneasy iceberg's roar , As he turns in the frozen main . Hurra ! hurra ! the Esquimaux Across the ice - fields steal : God give them grace for ...
... sound . Hark ! heard you not the noise of guns ? And there , and there again ? ' Tis some uneasy iceberg's roar , As he turns in the frozen main . Hurra ! hurra ! the Esquimaux Across the ice - fields steal : God give them grace for ...
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... sound , falling on his ear , recalled the many tokens of the love of his parents for him , their erring son ; the lessons they had taught him ; the prayers they had offered up in his behalf . Overwhelmed with shame and grief , he ...
... sound , falling on his ear , recalled the many tokens of the love of his parents for him , their erring son ; the lessons they had taught him ; the prayers they had offered up in his behalf . Overwhelmed with shame and grief , he ...
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... sounds Around my senses gush'd . Then I remember little more ; One look to heaven I gave , Where , like an angel's wing , I saw Our spotless ensign wave . I tried to cheer . I cannot say Whether I swam or sank ; A blue mist closed ...
... sounds Around my senses gush'd . Then I remember little more ; One look to heaven I gave , Where , like an angel's wing , I saw Our spotless ensign wave . I tried to cheer . I cannot say Whether I swam or sank ; A blue mist closed ...
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... in the breast , Amid this hell of scene and sound , The barking batteries never rest , And broken foot , by horsemen pressed , Ꮗ Still stubbornly contest their ground ; Fresh waves of battle ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS . 47.
... in the breast , Amid this hell of scene and sound , The barking batteries never rest , And broken foot , by horsemen pressed , Ꮗ Still stubbornly contest their ground ; Fresh waves of battle ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS . 47.
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Page 7 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 35 - 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.
Page 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.
Page 103 - 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious. If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Page 92 - Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 59 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 126 - Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, — All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Page 71 - Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Page 59 - for Aix is in sight!' 'How they'll greet us!' — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Page 109 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make, With a bare bodkin?