The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1904 - Readers |
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... speak in earnest , do you need A search for words ? Oh ! these fine holiday phrases , In which you robe your worn - out commonplaces , These scraps of paper which you crimp and curl And twist into a thousand idle shapes , These filigree ...
... speak in earnest , do you need A search for words ? Oh ! these fine holiday phrases , In which you robe your worn - out commonplaces , These scraps of paper which you crimp and curl And twist into a thousand idle shapes , These filigree ...
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... speaking . This drill , however , though very useful and even neces- sary to a successful cultivation of the art of ... speak with that forcible eloquence which alone deserves the name of elocution . It is quite evident that if a man ...
... speaking . This drill , however , though very useful and even neces- sary to a successful cultivation of the art of ... speak with that forcible eloquence which alone deserves the name of elocution . It is quite evident that if a man ...
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... speak , And lift a warning hand ; And lift a warning hand , dear friends , With a cry for her home and hearth , Adding voice to voice , till the sound shall sweep , Like rum's death - knell , o'er the earth , - And the weak and wavering ...
... speak , And lift a warning hand ; And lift a warning hand , dear friends , With a cry for her home and hearth , Adding voice to voice , till the sound shall sweep , Like rum's death - knell , o'er the earth , - And the weak and wavering ...
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... speak to yoo this even- in ' on the subjeck uv woman - her origin , her mission , her destiny - a subjeck , bein ' ez I am a woman myself , I hev given much attention to . Man , my hearers , claims to be the sooperior uv woman ! Is it ...
... speak to yoo this even- in ' on the subjeck uv woman - her origin , her mission , her destiny - a subjeck , bein ' ez I am a woman myself , I hev given much attention to . Man , my hearers , claims to be the sooperior uv woman ! Is it ...
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... speak like a poet , or run Into weak woman's tears for relief ? Oh , children - I never lost one ; Yet my arm's round my own little son , And love knows the secret of grief . And I feel what it must be and is , When God draws a new ...
... speak like a poet , or run Into weak woman's tears for relief ? Oh , children - I never lost one ; Yet my arm's round my own little son , And love knows the secret of grief . And I feel what it must be and is , When God draws a new ...
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Popular passages
Page 167 - No, by the rood, not so: You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; And — would it were not so ! — you are my mother.
Page 113 - Set in a note-book, learned, and conned by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
Page 167 - Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there; makes marriage -vows As false as dicers...
Page 85 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...
Page 71 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
Page 140 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 121 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling. And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel; And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 32 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 168 - Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband. — Look you now, what follows: Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor?
Page 38 - Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore ; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair ; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep ; — Rock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep ! Backward, flow backward, oh, tide of the years!