The Speaker: A Quarterly Magazine of Successful Readings, Том 8Pearson Brothers, 1913 |
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... leaves he gently waves , And he joyously twines and hugs around The rich mould of dead men's graves . Creeping where no life is seen , A rare old plant is the Ivy green . Whole ages have fled , and their works decayed , And nations ...
... leaves he gently waves , And he joyously twines and hugs around The rich mould of dead men's graves . Creeping where no life is seen , A rare old plant is the Ivy green . Whole ages have fled , and their works decayed , And nations ...
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... leaving the box , or any manner of consultation whatever , they brought in a simultaneous verdict of Not Guilty . The thing took wing , and now there was nothing to be seen but fires in every direction . Fuel and pigs grew enormously ...
... leaving the box , or any manner of consultation whatever , they brought in a simultaneous verdict of Not Guilty . The thing took wing , and now there was nothing to be seen but fires in every direction . Fuel and pigs grew enormously ...
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... leaves begin to shake , They git to laffin ' so ; An ' nothin's got the sulks . The only thing that bothers me Is wishin ' Ma was here . I wisht she did'nt have to stay With folks that act so queer . I may be wrong , but seems to me ...
... leaves begin to shake , They git to laffin ' so ; An ' nothin's got the sulks . The only thing that bothers me Is wishin ' Ma was here . I wisht she did'nt have to stay With folks that act so queer . I may be wrong , but seems to me ...
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... leaves are pretty thick in August ? " asked Lincoln , " Ye - es , ruther , " gasped the witness , seeing a new pit- fall yawning just ahead of him . " And yet light enough from the moon came through these thick beech - trees to let you ...
... leaves are pretty thick in August ? " asked Lincoln , " Ye - es , ruther , " gasped the witness , seeing a new pit- fall yawning just ahead of him . " And yet light enough from the moon came through these thick beech - trees to let you ...
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... leaves of this with extreme deliberation , while the court - room was utterly silent . At last he fixed his thumb firmly at a certain place on a page , and turned his eyes to the judge . " Now , your honor , " he said to the court ...
... leaves of this with extreme deliberation , while the court - room was utterly silent . At last he fixed his thumb firmly at a certain place on a page , and turned his eyes to the judge . " Now , your honor , " he said to the court ...
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Сторінка 349 - BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead ; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; — Under the one, the Blue ; Under the other, the Gray.
Сторінка 7 - The ears of Ho-ti tingled with horror. He cursed his son, and he cursed himself that ever he should beget a son that should eat burnt Pig. Bo-bo, whose scent was wonderfully sharpened since morning, soon raked out another pig, and fairly rending it asunder, thrust the lesser half by main force into the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out "Eat, eat, eat the burnt pig, father, only taste — O Lord," — with such-like barbarous ejaculations, cramming all the while as if he would choke.
Сторінка 285 - Venerable men, you have come down to us from a former generation. Heaven has bounteously lengthened out your lives that you might behold this joyous day. You are now where you stood fifty years ago this very hour, with your brothers and your neighbors, shoulder to shoulder, in the strife for your country. Behold, how altered! The same heavens are, indeed, over your heads; the same ocean rolla at your feet; but all else, how changed!
Сторінка 7 - His father might lay on, but he could not beat him from his pig, till he had fairly made an end of it, when, becoming a little more sensible of his situation, something like the following dialogue ensued. "You graceless whelp, what have you got there devouring? Is it not enough that you have burnt me down three houses with your dog's tricks, and be hanged to you!
Сторінка 435 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes. — There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold : If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I. that denied thee gold will give my heart. Strike, as thou didst at Caesar : for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.
Сторінка 315 - In memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack All that France saved from the fight whence England bore the bell. Go to Paris; rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell-mell On the Louvre, face and flank! You shall look long enough ere you come to Herve Riel.
Сторінка 287 - All quiet along the Potomac," they say, "Except now and then a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket.
Сторінка 8 - The judge, who was a shrewd fellow, winked at the manifest iniquity of the decision : and, when the court was dismissed, went privily, and bought up all the pigs that could be had for love or money. In a few days his Lordship's town house was observed to be on fire.
Сторінка 311 - ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view.
Сторінка 350 - From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers Alike for the friend and the foe; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the roses, the Blue; Under the lilies, the Gray.