The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet, 1 tomas1876 |
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... stare the wolf and bear , More patient than before . Oh ! think you , good Sir John Franklin , We'll ever see the ... Gazes with dead face on the seas that roll Around the secret of the mystic zone , A mighty nation's star - bespangled ...
... stare the wolf and bear , More patient than before . Oh ! think you , good Sir John Franklin , We'll ever see the ... Gazes with dead face on the seas that roll Around the secret of the mystic zone , A mighty nation's star - bespangled ...
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... , Between the sea and sky ; No hold had he above , below ; Alone he stood in air : To that far height none dared to go , - No aid could reach him there . We gazed , but not a man could speak ! ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS . 91.
... , Between the sea and sky ; No hold had he above , below ; Alone he stood in air : To that far height none dared to go , - No aid could reach him there . We gazed , but not a man could speak ! ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS . 91.
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We gazed , but not a man could speak ! With horror all aghast , - In groups , with pallid brow and cheek , We watched the quivering mast . The atmosphere grew thick and hot , And of a lurid hue ; — As riveted unto the spot , Stood ...
We gazed , but not a man could speak ! With horror all aghast , - In groups , with pallid brow and cheek , We watched the quivering mast . The atmosphere grew thick and hot , And of a lurid hue ; — As riveted unto the spot , Stood ...
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... gazed on rock and tree , Pictured in the placid waters Of the rolling Tennessee ; - Master , dreaming of the battle Where he fought by Marion's side , When he bid the haughty Tarleton Stoop his lordly crest of pride ; Man , remembering ...
... gazed on rock and tree , Pictured in the placid waters Of the rolling Tennessee ; - Master , dreaming of the battle Where he fought by Marion's side , When he bid the haughty Tarleton Stoop his lordly crest of pride ; Man , remembering ...
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... tresses wild , Unto the smooth , bright sand beguiled , With glowing lips Sings as she skips , Or gazes at the far - off ships . Yon deep bark goes Where Traffic blows , From lands 120 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS .
... tresses wild , Unto the smooth , bright sand beguiled , With glowing lips Sings as she skips , Or gazes at the far - off ships . Yon deep bark goes Where Traffic blows , From lands 120 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS .
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Populiarios ištraukos
101 psl. - 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.
108 psl. - 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...
145 psl. - 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...
134 psl. - 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.
34 psl. - 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?
100 psl. - 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...
134 psl. - 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.
108 psl. - 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.
72 psl. - 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.
142 psl. - 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.