The Speaker's Garland, Volume 2Penn Publishing Company, 1892 |
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... breath ; If that confounded hound should wake , he'd be our very death . I'm glad the clouds , have got so thick - the night is pesky dark ; Now here's the bag - what is it , Jim ? I thought you whis- pered - Hark ! The clouds are ...
... breath ; If that confounded hound should wake , he'd be our very death . I'm glad the clouds , have got so thick - the night is pesky dark ; Now here's the bag - what is it , Jim ? I thought you whis- pered - Hark ! The clouds are ...
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... breath , It flows in the mountain wave ; Rock - stream - hath done the work of death Yon deep ravine - the grave ! That which hath been again may be ! Ah ! by yon fleeting sun , Who stirs , no morning ray shall see— His sand of life has ...
... breath , It flows in the mountain wave ; Rock - stream - hath done the work of death Yon deep ravine - the grave ! That which hath been again may be ! Ah ! by yon fleeting sun , Who stirs , no morning ray shall see— His sand of life has ...
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... breath- ing hard : # 6 Been gone three years ! " " Ah ! " " " Yes , been in Europe . Folks don't expect me for three months yet , but I got through and started . I tele- graphed them at the last station -- they've got it by this time ...
... breath- ing hard : # 6 Been gone three years ! " " Ah ! " " " Yes , been in Europe . Folks don't expect me for three months yet , but I got through and started . I tele- graphed them at the last station -- they've got it by this time ...
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... Breathing out her midnight woe ; Charred and crisp her pictured walls , Blank and drear her proudest halls ; All the land with pallor turns As Chicago wails and burns ; Let us pray , God , O God , thy judgments stay ! In thy grief ...
... Breathing out her midnight woe ; Charred and crisp her pictured walls , Blank and drear her proudest halls ; All the land with pallor turns As Chicago wails and burns ; Let us pray , God , O God , thy judgments stay ! In thy grief ...
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... breath of the pure , cold air ; I am dying at last I am going so fast- But no one will care how soon I am cold ; They will hurry me under the damp , dark mould , And " Only a pauper , " they'll say as they pass , " Another poor wretch ...
... breath of the pure , cold air ; I am dying at last I am going so fast- But no one will care how soon I am cold ; They will hurry me under the damp , dark mould , And " Only a pauper , " they'll say as they pass , " Another poor wretch ...
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Popular passages
Page 122 - But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Page 70 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 123 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 122 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me ; Yes ! — that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Page 70 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
Page 105 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 78 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Page 180 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man...