The Elocutionist's Annual ...: Comprising New and Popular Readings, Recitations, Declamations, Dialogues, Tableaux, Etc., EtcJacob W. Shoemaker National School of Elocution and Oratory, 1881 |
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... mother smile On her young babe that smiles to her again- The torrent wrests it from her arms ; she shrieks , And weeps , and midst her tears is carried down . A beam like that of moonlight turns the spray To glistening pearls ; two ...
... mother smile On her young babe that smiles to her again- The torrent wrests it from her arms ; she shrieks , And weeps , and midst her tears is carried down . A beam like that of moonlight turns the spray To glistening pearls ; two ...
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... mother's arms Again are folded round the child she loved And lost . Old sorrows are forgotten now , Or but remembered to make sweet the hour That overpays them ; wounded hearts that bled Or broke are healed forever . In the room Of this ...
... mother's arms Again are folded round the child she loved And lost . Old sorrows are forgotten now , Or but remembered to make sweet the hour That overpays them ; wounded hearts that bled Or broke are healed forever . In the room Of this ...
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... Mother and daughter in the bond of Christ , That bound them closer than the ties of blood . sunny The troop moved on ; and down the The people followed , ever falling back As in their faces flashed the naked blades . But in the midst ...
... Mother and daughter in the bond of Christ , That bound them closer than the ties of blood . sunny The troop moved on ; and down the The people followed , ever falling back As in their faces flashed the naked blades . But in the midst ...
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... mother's voice yet sounding in her ear , They turned young Margaret's face towards the sea , Where something white was floating -- something White as the sea - mew that sits upon the wave ; But as she looked it sank ; then showed again ...
... mother's voice yet sounding in her ear , They turned young Margaret's face towards the sea , Where something white was floating -- something White as the sea - mew that sits upon the wave ; But as she looked it sank ; then showed again ...
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... mother's consent . Beside this , we are not fond of flies prepared in that way . We have , no doubt , often taken them preserved in blackberry jam . But fly in the raw was a diet from which we recoiled . We would have preferred it ...
... mother's consent . Beside this , we are not fond of flies prepared in that way . We have , no doubt , often taken them preserved in blackberry jam . But fly in the raw was a diet from which we recoiled . We would have preferred it ...
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Страница 108 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Страница 108 - 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.
Страница 68 - O, better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep. And there should be her grave; Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale!
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Страница 42 - The Puritans were men whose minds had derived a peculiar character from the daily contemplation of superior beings and eternal interests. Not content with acknowledging, in general terms, an overruling Providence, they habitually ascribed every event to the will of the Great Being, for whose power nothing was too vast, for whose inspection nothing was too minute.
Страница 77 - Behold, I shew you a mystery ; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump ; for the trumpet shall sound ; and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is...
Страница 119 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, — kind, And grieved for those he left behind ; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Страница 76 - If after the manner of men I have fought with beasts at Ephesus, what advantageth it me, if the dead rise not? Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die.