A system of elocution based upon grammatical analysis |
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... Dark • • · 117 118 66 Missing " 120 Song Killed at the Ford The Women of the South Battle of Bannockburn The Funeral • · Longfellow Preston 121 • 123 · Scott • 125 128 129 · From " Song to David " Glencoe The Raven . Smart Poe 130 131 ...
... Dark • • · 117 118 66 Missing " 120 Song Killed at the Ford The Women of the South Battle of Bannockburn The Funeral • · Longfellow Preston 121 • 123 · Scott • 125 128 129 · From " Song to David " Glencoe The Raven . Smart Poe 130 131 ...
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... Dark 66 Missing • Killed at the Ford • The Women of the South Battle of Bannockburn 117 · 118 120 · : • • Longfellow Preston 121 • · 123 • Scott • 125 Song • The Funeral From " Song to David " Glencoe 128 • 129 Smart • 130 131 The Raven ...
... Dark 66 Missing • Killed at the Ford • The Women of the South Battle of Bannockburn 117 · 118 120 · : • • Longfellow Preston 121 • · 123 • Scott • 125 Song • The Funeral From " Song to David " Glencoe 128 • 129 Smart • 130 131 The Raven ...
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... dark arch , Or the black - flowing river , Mad from life's history , Glad to death's mystery , Swift to be hurl'd , Anywhere , anywhere - Out of the world ! 4. HOPE . The countenance is placid , the eyes lit up with an ex- pression of ...
... dark arch , Or the black - flowing river , Mad from life's history , Glad to death's mystery , Swift to be hurl'd , Anywhere , anywhere - Out of the world ! 4. HOPE . The countenance is placid , the eyes lit up with an ex- pression of ...
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... the while , Wiped his dark eye , and turn'd away . JAMES HOGG . BRIDAL - BALLAD . THE ring is on my hand 70 A SYSTEM OF ELOCUTION . Alonzo the Brave, with Annotations Hogg Flower of Yarrow, with Annotations Bridal Ballad Hogg.
... the while , Wiped his dark eye , and turn'd away . JAMES HOGG . BRIDAL - BALLAD . THE ring is on my hand 70 A SYSTEM OF ELOCUTION . Alonzo the Brave, with Annotations Hogg Flower of Yarrow, with Annotations Bridal Ballad Hogg.
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... dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed , nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage ...
... dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed , nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage ...
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