The Speaker's Garland, Volume 2Penn Publishing Company, 1892 |
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... blooded , inquisitive Frenchman , who raised his hairy visage close to that of the gentleman he addressed . " Pardonnez , sare ; but vat you do viz ze pictair- As he spoke , monsieur pointed to some beautiful steel hein ? " NUMBER FIVE .
... blooded , inquisitive Frenchman , who raised his hairy visage close to that of the gentleman he addressed . " Pardonnez , sare ; but vat you do viz ze pictair- As he spoke , monsieur pointed to some beautiful steel hein ? " NUMBER FIVE .
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... close his beamless eye ! Ye will not ! no - he triumphs still , Whose foes his death - pangs dread ; His was the power , yours but the will- Back , back , he is not dead ! " His was the power that held in thrall . Through many a ...
... close his beamless eye ! Ye will not ! no - he triumphs still , Whose foes his death - pangs dread ; His was the power , yours but the will- Back , back , he is not dead ! " His was the power that held in thrall . Through many a ...
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... close and dropped those everlasting portmanteaus , she just turned completely round , with her back toward him , and covered her face with her hands . And thus she was when the strong man gathered her up in his arms as if she had been a ...
... close and dropped those everlasting portmanteaus , she just turned completely round , with her back toward him , and covered her face with her hands . And thus she was when the strong man gathered her up in his arms as if she had been a ...
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... close cerements of a worm's own shroud , Is telling , as it flies , how life may spring In its glad beauty from the gloom of death . Where the crushed mould beneath thy sunken foot Seems but the sepulchre of old decay , Turn thou a ...
... close cerements of a worm's own shroud , Is telling , as it flies , how life may spring In its glad beauty from the gloom of death . Where the crushed mould beneath thy sunken foot Seems but the sepulchre of old decay , Turn thou a ...
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... small church round the corner . " What is there in the player's art Should close the fount of love ? He who on earth plays well his part May hope a seat above . 4 The lessons he has wreathed with smiles , The NUMBER FIVE . 67.
... small church round the corner . " What is there in the player's art Should close the fount of love ? He who on earth plays well his part May hope a seat above . 4 The lessons he has wreathed with smiles , The NUMBER FIVE . 67.
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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...