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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... hope . Running to the little stand , he smoothed down his yellow curls , and , taking from a little box some old stained paper , gave one eager glance at his mother , who slept , and ran speedily from the house . 66 " Who did you say is ...
... hope . Running to the little stand , he smoothed down his yellow curls , and , taking from a little box some old stained paper , gave one eager glance at his mother , who slept , and ran speedily from the house . 66 " Who did you say is ...
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... hope they will be ashamed of themselves when I howld up those to honor who have contributed to the uphowlding of the house of God . And isn't it ashamed o ' yourselves you ought to be , to lave His house in such a condition ? And does n ...
... hope they will be ashamed of themselves when I howld up those to honor who have contributed to the uphowlding of the house of God . And isn't it ashamed o ' yourselves you ought to be , to lave His house in such a condition ? And does n ...
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... hope , and anxious fears ! Ha ! see ! he has him - now ! he clasps him round , Kisses his face , puts back the curling locks That shaded his fine brow ; looks in his eyes , — Grasps in his own those little dimpled hands ; Then folds him ...
... hope , and anxious fears ! Ha ! see ! he has him - now ! he clasps him round , Kisses his face , puts back the curling locks That shaded his fine brow ; looks in his eyes , — Grasps in his own those little dimpled hands ; Then folds him ...
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... hope she is happy - because I am . Some people are not happy . I have noticed that . A gentleman friend of mine came to me one day with tears in his eyes . I said , " Why these weeps ? " He said he had a mortgage on his farm - and ...
... hope she is happy - because I am . Some people are not happy . I have noticed that . A gentleman friend of mine came to me one day with tears in his eyes . I said , " Why these weeps ? " He said he had a mortgage on his farm - and ...
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... hope they never shall again . When I first showed this picture in New York , the audience were so enthusiastic in their admiration of it that they called for the artist - and when he appeared they threw brickbats at him . The Overland ...
... hope they never shall again . When I first showed this picture in New York , the audience were so enthusiastic in their admiration of it that they called for the artist - and when he appeared they threw brickbats at him . The Overland ...
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apple-tree arms Ave Maria BATTLE OF IVRY beauty bless brave breath Capt Cheap Jack chee cheep child chronometer watch CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON cried dark dead dear death Doctor door Dukite earth EDWIN ATHERTON eyes face fall Father Phil feel feet fire gentleman George girl give glory gray horse hair hand hast head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre Hubert Jennie M'Neal lady laugh light live look Lord Mayenne mighty morning mother n shoutin Nathaniel Bowditch never Niagara Falls night noble o'er oratory Pickleson poor prayer round shout silent sing sleep smile snow song Sophy soul sound Spink stood sweet tears tell thee there's nae luck thine thing thou thought told turned voice wailin wife WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT woman words young
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Seite 107 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years — matron, and maid, And the sweet babe, and the gray-headed m'an, — Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those, who in their turn shall follow...
Seite 161 - My native country, thee, land of the noble free, Thy name I love: I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills like that above.
Seite 43 - They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere.
Seite 171 - Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir tree, And instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle tree: And it shall be to the Lord for a name, For an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.
Seite 106 - The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings...
Seite 86 - No matter how coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Seite 22 - The king is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, in deafening shout,
Seite 170 - Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat ; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price. Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread ? and your labour for that which satisfieth not? hearken diligently unto me, and eat ye that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness.
Seite 162 - I go, and it is done : the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Seite 84 - Drips from her clothing ; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. — Touch her not scornfully ; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful : Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses...