Elmo's Model Speaker for Platform, School and Home, Arranged on an Entirely New Plan: Providing Programmes for Twelve Evening Entertainments, Selections Suitable for Juvenile Gatherings, Brief Responses to Encores. Speeches for Weddings, Presentations, Farewells and Welcomes. An Invaluable Book for Clubs, Lyceums and Young People's AssociationsThomas W. Handford Belford, Clarke & Company, 1881 - 410 Seiten |
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... ain't we a profession ? Why ain't we endowed with privileges ? Why are we forced to take out a hawker's license , when no such thing is expected of the political hawkers ? Where's the difference betwixt us ? Except that we are Cheap ...
... ain't we a profession ? Why ain't we endowed with privileges ? Why are we forced to take out a hawker's license , when no such thing is expected of the political hawkers ? Where's the difference betwixt us ? Except that we are Cheap ...
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... ain't quite so stuck up as that , now —not quite , stranger . " " Very well , " acquiesced the man of obsequies . " Ill put ordinary handles to it , then . " " Eggs - actly - them's ' em , mister , now yer talkin ' . Or'- nary handles ...
... ain't quite so stuck up as that , now —not quite , stranger . " " Very well , " acquiesced the man of obsequies . " Ill put ordinary handles to it , then . " " Eggs - actly - them's ' em , mister , now yer talkin ' . Or'- nary handles ...
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... Ain't there nobody here but you , Mr. Woodcot ? " " Nobody . " " And I ain't took back again to Tom - all - Alone's , am I , sir ? " " No. " Jo closes his eyes , muttering , " I'm wery thankful . " After watching him closely a little ...
... Ain't there nobody here but you , Mr. Woodcot ? " " Nobody . " " And I ain't took back again to Tom - all - Alone's , am I , sir ? " " No. " Jo closes his eyes , muttering , " I'm wery thankful . " After watching him closely a little ...
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... ain't hardly wuf as much as me ; He had to pay his debts , an ' so his lan ' is mos❜ly gone- An ' I declar I's sorry for my pore ol ' Mahsr John . But when I heahs ' em talkin ' bout some sullybrated man , I listens to ' em quiet ...
... ain't hardly wuf as much as me ; He had to pay his debts , an ' so his lan ' is mos❜ly gone- An ' I declar I's sorry for my pore ol ' Mahsr John . But when I heahs ' em talkin ' bout some sullybrated man , I listens to ' em quiet ...
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... ain't got no ' ligion nohow . " Brover Simon , you never see a gal so holpen by a good genteel thrashin ' in all your days . I boun ' she won't never stick her nose in dem new fandangle chu'ches no more . Why , she jes ' walks as ...
... ain't got no ' ligion nohow . " Brover Simon , you never see a gal so holpen by a good genteel thrashin ' in all your days . I boun ' she won't never stick her nose in dem new fandangle chu'ches no more . Why , she jes ' walks as ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ain't answer arms asked bear bells better bless child cold comes cried dark dead dear death don't door Dora drop eyes face father feel felt flowers gave gentlemen give gone hand happy hard head hear heard heart heaven hold keep kind king kiss knew lady land laughed leave light living look Lord Mary mean mind Miss morning mother mule never night o'er once passed poor Queen rest round seemed seen side sleep smile soon soul sound speak stand stood stop sure sweet talk tears tell thee things thou thought told took true turned voice watch wife wish woman young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 339 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Seite 177 - I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel ; ' As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Seite 113 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honorable man ; So are they all, all honorable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.
Seite 103 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken...
Seite 179 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Seite 61 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Seite 197 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...
Seite 102 - ONCE 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 came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
Seite 178 - Eske river where ford there was none ; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late, For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he entered the...
Seite 94 - And glory to our Sovereign Liege, King Henry of Navarre ! Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France ! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.