The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Phineas Garrett Penn Publishing Company, 1878 |
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... told , All covered with silver and inlaid with gold . The walls of that Temple in marble were laid . Its roof - trees and coverings of cedar were made ; They laid its foundations deep down in the mold , That this Temple might last ...
... told , All covered with silver and inlaid with gold . The walls of that Temple in marble were laid . Its roof - trees and coverings of cedar were made ; They laid its foundations deep down in the mold , That this Temple might last ...
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... told ! They builded with cedar , gold , silver , and brass , It has vanished like dew when exhaled from the grass But we have a Temple not builded with hands , Eternal as truth , in its glory it stands ; Age dims not its luster , grand ...
... told ! They builded with cedar , gold , silver , and brass , It has vanished like dew when exhaled from the grass But we have a Temple not builded with hands , Eternal as truth , in its glory it stands ; Age dims not its luster , grand ...
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... ; Hurrying scouts with the tidings to awe them , Told of his coming before he was nigh . All the wide valley was full of their forces , 34 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS Custer's Last Charge .................. Frederick Whittaker, xiii.
... ; Hurrying scouts with the tidings to awe them , Told of his coming before he was nigh . All the wide valley was full of their forces , 34 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS Custer's Last Charge .................. Frederick Whittaker, xiii.
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... told her I was most too old ; She said I wasn't nuther- A likely gal is Susan Jane ; The image of her mother . I begged and plead with might and main , And tried my best to shake her , But blame the gal , she stuck and hung , Until I ...
... told her I was most too old ; She said I wasn't nuther- A likely gal is Susan Jane ; The image of her mother . I begged and plead with might and main , And tried my best to shake her , But blame the gal , she stuck and hung , Until I ...
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... told lie Into the ears of his victims , " Ye shall not certainly die ! Ye may drink ; for look at the righteous , Do they not drink of it too ? " And the listeners fall as they listen-- And is this nothing to you ? Ye have the gift of ...
... told lie Into the ears of his victims , " Ye shall not certainly die ! Ye may drink ; for look at the righteous , Do they not drink of it too ? " And the listeners fall as they listen-- And is this nothing to you ? Ye have the gift of ...
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Page 149 - Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with...
Page 149 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death? The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Page 99 - I see a bridge, said I, standing in the midst of the tide. The bridge thou seest, said he, is human life ; consider it attentively. Upon a more leisurely survey of it, I found that it consisted of threescore and ten entire arches, with several broken arches, which, added to those that were entire, made up the number about an hundred.
Page 148 - Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers; Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, — Followed the piper for their lives.
Page 104 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 180 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Page 104 - The broken soldier kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
Page 81 - I go, and it is done ; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Page 162 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Page 89 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.