Select Readings for Public and Private Entertainment: Containing Choice Selections of the Most Pathetic, Gay, Humorous, Heroic, Sublime, and Patriotic Speeches and Poems, Accompanied by Explanatory Notes, Together with Appropriate Elocutionary Instructions ...G.A. Gaskell, 1885 - 320 страници |
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... fathers have been ; We see the same sights our fathers have seen , — We drink the same stream , and view the same sun , And run the same course our fathers have run . The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think ; From the death ...
... fathers have been ; We see the same sights our fathers have seen , — We drink the same stream , and view the same sun , And run the same course our fathers have run . The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think ; From the death ...
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... father got up from a sick - bed and cast his last ballot for Clay . Proud of his boy and his ticket , said he , “ A new morsel of fame We'll lay on the candidate's altar , " and christened the child with his name . Oh , what have I done ...
... father got up from a sick - bed and cast his last ballot for Clay . Proud of his boy and his ticket , said he , “ A new morsel of fame We'll lay on the candidate's altar , " and christened the child with his name . Oh , what have I done ...
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... fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation , conceived in liberty , and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal . Now , we are engaged in a great civil war , testing whether that nation , or any nation ...
... fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation , conceived in liberty , and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal . Now , we are engaged in a great civil war , testing whether that nation , or any nation ...
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... I have borne ; Sink ' neath a blow a father dealt , And the cold , proud world's scorn . Thus struggle on from year to year , Thy sole relief , the scalding tear . Go , weep as I have wept O'er a loved SELECT READINGS . 65.
... I have borne ; Sink ' neath a blow a father dealt , And the cold , proud world's scorn . Thus struggle on from year to year , Thy sole relief , the scalding tear . Go , weep as I have wept O'er a loved SELECT READINGS . 65.
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... father's fall . See every cherished promise swept , Youth's sweetness turned to gall ; Hope's faded flowers strewed all the way That led me up to woman's day . Go , kneel as I have knelt Implore , beseech , and pray , Strive the ...
... father's fall . See every cherished promise swept , Youth's sweetness turned to gall ; Hope's faded flowers strewed all the way That led me up to woman's day . Go , kneel as I have knelt Implore , beseech , and pray , Strive the ...
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Annabel Lee beauty bell blue breast breath brow called Charles Sumner Cleon Curfew DANIEL WEBSTER dark dead dear death dream Duluth earth EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN Edom elocution eyes face father fear fire forever Forever-never gesture glory golden gone grave gray hair hand open head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill honor John kiss kye come hame land laugh left arm light lips live look Molly Malone mother nation never Never-forever night o'er O'Ryan oratory palm passion Piegans Pompey right arm right foot ring to-night river river Lee round SHAMUS Shandon shore Shump sing smile song soul sound speak speaker spirit stand stood sweet tears tell Tennessee thee There's thing thou thought tone Twas voice vrom wave Widow Malone wife wild word young
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Страница 300 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many: I have fully glutted my vengeance: for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Страница 168 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Страница 140 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Страница 241 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Страница 92 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Страница 50 - 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.
Страница 62 - Strike -till the last armed foe expires ; Strike — for your altars and your fires ; Strike — for the green graves of your sires ; God — and your native land...
Страница 62 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, "To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!
Страница 167 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Страница 264 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.