New Recitations and Readings: A Choice Collection, which Has Been Selected with Great Care, ... and Comprising Prose and Poetry, Serious, Humorous, Pathetic, Comic, Temperance, Patriotic Selections, 1 leidimasJ.S. Ogilvie Publishing Company, 1893 - 254 psl. |
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... Othello ....... T. H. Bailey 187 146 Thomas Dunn English 182 .N . G. Shepherd 133 .I . Edgar James 211 Gerald Griffin 122 .. ( humorous ) 74 Our Traveled Parson .... Will Carlton 248 Oyster Stews .... Patty Marlowe's Party . Pride of ...
... Othello ....... T. H. Bailey 187 146 Thomas Dunn English 182 .N . G. Shepherd 133 .I . Edgar James 211 Gerald Griffin 122 .. ( humorous ) 74 Our Traveled Parson .... Will Carlton 248 Oyster Stews .... Patty Marlowe's Party . Pride of ...
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... Othello . In Venice once their lived a sooty fellow , By trade a soldier , and by name Othello ; He woo'd the gentlest damsel ever known , a Fair , virtuous , blooming maid ... Othello's ancient was a cunning rascal , A deep , 74 OTHELLO .
... Othello . In Venice once their lived a sooty fellow , By trade a soldier , and by name Othello ; He woo'd the gentlest damsel ever known , a Fair , virtuous , blooming maid ... Othello's ancient was a cunning rascal , A deep , 74 OTHELLO .
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... Othello's ancient was a cunning rascal , A deep , designing villain , who could mask all Gloomy treachery , so that poor Othello Thought him a most surprising honest fellow . This villain , finding that his General granted A post to ...
... Othello's ancient was a cunning rascal , A deep , designing villain , who could mask all Gloomy treachery , so that poor Othello Thought him a most surprising honest fellow . This villain , finding that his General granted A post to ...
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... Othello sticks him with his sword severely , The people seize his blade - he makes a swagger , Speaks of his deeds , then draws out his dagger ; Regrets he should have used his wife so badly , Then stabs himself , to end the story sadly ...
... Othello sticks him with his sword severely , The people seize his blade - he makes a swagger , Speaks of his deeds , then draws out his dagger ; Regrets he should have used his wife so badly , Then stabs himself , to end the story sadly ...
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New Recitations and Readings– A Choice Collection, which Has ..., 1 leidimas Peržiūra negalima - 1800 |
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ain't arter Babie Bell beaming hills Beau Belle blood blue blue veil brave brow cheek child cold Cooley cried Curfew dark dead dear door eyes face father fell feller fife fire flag of France folks Fontenoy gone Goody Blake gray gray hawks hair Haley hand Harry Gill head heard heart heaven heerd hill Hougomont ice-cream Joaquin Miller kiss light lips look ma'am Magovern morning mother never night o'er Orangeman Othello parrel Patty perliteness play poor prick red fox ring to-night Rip-rip-rip Rose Hartwick Thorpe round Saint Isadore shot shout side smile smoke stood sweet tears tell thee there's thing Thomas Dunn English thou thought told took town turned Twas voice Washington Market weary wife word young
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