Best Things from Best Authors: Comprising Numbers One to Twenty-one of Shoemaker's Best Selections, Volume 6

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Penn Publishing Company, 1892
 

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Pagina 87 - joys did first ordain ; Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure; Sweet the pleasure; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. The master saw the
Pagina 89 - looked! Sighed and looked, and sighed again. At length, with love and wine at once oppressed, The vanquished victor Sunk upon her breast. Now strike the golden lyre again; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asuuder,
Pagina 153 - I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angela name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Pagina 105 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart: He who, from zone to zone,
Pagina 89 - These are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain, And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods' The princes applaud with a furious joy; And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy:
Pagina 189 - to bear it; A fellow feeling that is sure To make the outcast bless his door; A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee. Oh! rich man's son, there is a toil That with all others level stands; Large charity doth never soil, But only whitens, soft white hands; This is the
Pagina 108 - Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea I Jehovah has triumphed—His people are free! Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword
Pagina 152 - A MEDLEY. upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there
Pagina 108 - Sing! for the pride of the tyrant is broken : His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave— How vain was their boasting!—the Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea I Jehovah has
Pagina 163 - An' wash the cups an' saucers up, and brush the crumbs away, An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an* sweep, An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board an' keep; An' all us other children, when the supper things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an

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