One Hundred Choice Selections in Poetry and Prose: Both New and Old; Embracing the Most Popular Patriotic Effusions of the Day, the Rarest Poetical Gems, the Finest Specimens of Oratory, and a Fund of Mirth and Humor ... |
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... cold ; They grieved , but no wail from their slumbers will come ; They joyed , but the tongue of their gladness is dumb . They died , aye ! they died ; and we things that are now , Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow , Who ...
... cold ; They grieved , but no wail from their slumbers will come ; They joyed , but the tongue of their gladness is dumb . They died , aye ! they died ; and we things that are now , Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow , Who ...
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... cold - blooded murder . Cold - blooded , but impotent , and defeated in its own purposes ! The frenzied hand which slew the head of the government , in the mad hope of paralyzing its functions , only drew the hearts of the people ...
... cold - blooded murder . Cold - blooded , but impotent , and defeated in its own purposes ! The frenzied hand which slew the head of the government , in the mad hope of paralyzing its functions , only drew the hearts of the people ...
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... cold , The scud drives on the breeze , The ice comes looming from the north , The very sunbeams freeze . Bright summer goes , dark winter comes- We cannot rule the year ; But long ere summer's sun goes down , On yonder sea we'll steer ...
... cold , The scud drives on the breeze , The ice comes looming from the north , The very sunbeams freeze . Bright summer goes , dark winter comes- We cannot rule the year ; But long ere summer's sun goes down , On yonder sea we'll steer ...
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... cold , The ice is not so strong as hope- The heart of man is bold ! What hope can scale this icy wall , High o'er the main flag - staff ? Above the ridges the wolf and bear Look down with a patient , settled stare , Look down on us and ...
... cold , The ice is not so strong as hope- The heart of man is bold ! What hope can scale this icy wall , High o'er the main flag - staff ? Above the ridges the wolf and bear Look down with a patient , settled stare , Look down on us and ...
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... cold , The ice grows more and more ; More settled stare the wolf and bear , More patient than before . Oh ! think you , good Sir John Franklin , We'll ever see the land ? ' Twas cruel to send us here to starve , Without a helping hand ...
... cold , The ice grows more and more ; More settled stare the wolf and bear , More patient than before . Oh ! think you , good Sir John Franklin , We'll ever see the land ? ' Twas cruel to send us here to starve , Without a helping hand ...
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Common terms and phrases
arms battle behold bells beneath Bingen bird bless blood brave brave mountain breast breath bright chamber-door cheer cloth cloud cold comrades cries Dacotahs dark dead dear death deep door dream earth eyes face father fell fight fire flag forest glory gone grave hand happy elf head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha honor hope hour Ishmael Day lady land Laughing Water light living look Lord Tomnoddy mighty Minnehaha mother never Nevermore night Nokomis o'er pale peace Pennsylvania Pickwick Quoth the raven Rhine Roland rolls SHAMUS shout sleep smile soldier song soul stand stars stood sword tears tell thee Theodore Tilton there's things Thomas Buchanan Read thou thunders to-day toll Twas umbrella Union voice wave weary wigwam wind young Zeke Zeke Jones Zekiel
Popular passages
Page 116 - God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Page 108 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Page 116 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 72 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 126 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command...
Page 109 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 24 - And shook it forth with a royal will. ' Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 143 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 118 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 138 - Liberty first, and Union afterwards, — but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all. its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, — Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable.