The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Phineas Garrett Penn Publishing Company, 1878 |
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... earth our guests we call . Be with us while the New World greets The Old World thronging all its streets , Unveiling all the triumphs won By art or toil beneath the sun ; And unto common good ordain This rivalship of hand and brain ...
... earth our guests we call . Be with us while the New World greets The Old World thronging all its streets , Unveiling all the triumphs won By art or toil beneath the sun ; And unto common good ordain This rivalship of hand and brain ...
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... earth ? Who well de- serve to belong to the nobility ? Not they who are decked with glittering crowns and costly paraphernalia ; not they who possess wealth and power ; not they whose names are echoed far and wide , and lauded as ...
... earth ? Who well de- serve to belong to the nobility ? Not they who are decked with glittering crowns and costly paraphernalia ; not they who possess wealth and power ; not they whose names are echoed far and wide , and lauded as ...
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... earth His footstool , the heavens His throne , the thunder His voice , and the clouds His chariot , and you will be rewarded with rich gems of thought and new and grand projects that mayhap shall cause you to be remem- bered as ...
... earth His footstool , the heavens His throne , the thunder His voice , and the clouds His chariot , and you will be rewarded with rich gems of thought and new and grand projects that mayhap shall cause you to be remem- bered as ...
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... earth and the approving smile of Heaven by their noble deeds . HOW PERSIMMONS TOOK CAH OB DER BABY . Persimmons was a colored lad ' Way down in Lou'sianny ; And all the teaching that he had Was given him by his granny . But he did his ...
... earth and the approving smile of Heaven by their noble deeds . HOW PERSIMMONS TOOK CAH OB DER BABY . Persimmons was a colored lad ' Way down in Lou'sianny ; And all the teaching that he had Was given him by his granny . But he did his ...
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... earth , while proudly marching , for the glory soon to come . Friend and foeman , prince and yeoman , side by side that day were found , Warriors grim and beardless striplings by the same stern fetters bound ; Sweethearts flushing ...
... earth , while proudly marching , for the glory soon to come . Friend and foeman , prince and yeoman , side by side that day were found , Warriors grim and beardless striplings by the same stern fetters bound ; Sweethearts flushing ...
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149 psl. - 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...
149 psl. - 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.
99 psl. - 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.
148 psl. - 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.
104 psl. - 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.
180 psl. - 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.
104 psl. - 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.
81 psl. - 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.
162 psl. - 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.
89 psl. - 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.