The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet: Combining 100 Choice Selections, Nos. 1, 2, 3 and 4. Four Vol. in One. Embracing Rare Poetical Gems, Fine Specimens Oratory ...P. Garrett & Company, 1876 - Recitations |
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... Dying Soldier , The .. Death of Slavery , The .. William Peter . i . T. Buchanan Read . i . .Thomas Quilp . ii . Richard Coe . ii . W. C. Bryant . ii . Dead in the Street ... Dow's Flat ....... Death of the Old Year ........... iii ...
... Dying Soldier , The .. Death of Slavery , The .. William Peter . i . T. Buchanan Read . i . .Thomas Quilp . ii . Richard Coe . ii . W. C. Bryant . ii . Dead in the Street ... Dow's Flat ....... Death of the Old Year ........... iii ...
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... dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee , And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye . Flag of the free heart's hope and home , By angel - hands to valor given , Thy stars have lit the ...
... dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee , And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye . Flag of the free heart's hope and home , By angel - hands to valor given , Thy stars have lit the ...
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... dying and the dead ! Then , louder than the roaring storm , peal'd forth the stern com- mand , " Charge ! soldiers , charge ! " and , at the word , with shouts , a fear- less band , Two hundred heroes from Vermont , rush'd onward ...
... dying and the dead ! Then , louder than the roaring storm , peal'd forth the stern com- mand , " Charge ! soldiers , charge ! " and , at the word , with shouts , a fear- less band , Two hundred heroes from Vermont , rush'd onward ...
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... dying chief ! Time was when he should gain his spurs of gold From royal hands , who wooed the knightly state ; The knell of old formalities is tolled , And the world's knights are now self - consecrate . No grander episode doth chivalry ...
... dying chief ! Time was when he should gain his spurs of gold From royal hands , who wooed the knightly state ; The knell of old formalities is tolled , And the world's knights are now self - consecrate . No grander episode doth chivalry ...
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... dying light , It glows and flashes as the lightning's glare ; Or where it burns with ray more mild , -more sure , And wins the soul , that half would turn away From its more brilliant flashings . These are hours Of holy joy , —of bliss ...
... dying light , It glows and flashes as the lightning's glare ; Or where it burns with ray more mild , -more sure , And wins the soul , that half would turn away From its more brilliant flashings . These are hours Of holy joy , —of bliss ...
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Page 7 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 35 - Both read the same Bible and pray to the same God, and each invokes His aid against the other. It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God's assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces, but let us judge not, that we be not judged.
Page 134 - 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.
Page 103 - 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious. If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Page 92 - Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 59 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 126 - Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, — All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Page 71 - Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Page 59 - for Aix is in sight!' 'How they'll greet us!' — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Page 109 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make, With a bare bodkin?