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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... Child Violinist .. Chrimhilde's Treasure .. Church Spider .... Collier's Dying Child ... Come Back ...... Como . Corporal Joe . • ..Planche 119 .Austin Dobson 26 Margaret T. Preston 180 253 .Farmer 64 Thomas Dunn English 77 ..Joaquin ...
... Child Violinist .. Chrimhilde's Treasure .. Church Spider .... Collier's Dying Child ... Come Back ...... Como . Corporal Joe . • ..Planche 119 .Austin Dobson 26 Margaret T. Preston 180 253 .Farmer 64 Thomas Dunn English 77 ..Joaquin ...
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... Child Violinist . He had played for his lordship's levee , He had played for her ladyship's whim , Till the poor little head was heavy , And the poor little brain would swim . And the face grew peaked and eerie , And the large eyes ...
... Child Violinist . He had played for his lordship's levee , He had played for her ladyship's whim , Till the poor little head was heavy , And the poor little brain would swim . And the face grew peaked and eerie , And the large eyes ...
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... brow , so mild , That withering blight , —a drinkard's child ! Go , hear , and see , and feel , and know All that my soul hath felt and known , Then look within the wine - cup's glow ; See GO FEEL WHAT I HAVE FELT . 37.
... brow , so mild , That withering blight , —a drinkard's child ! Go , hear , and see , and feel , and know All that my soul hath felt and known , Then look within the wine - cup's glow ; See GO FEEL WHAT I HAVE FELT . 37.
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... child , young Lovell's bride ; While she with her bright eyes seemed to be The star of the goodly company . " I'm weary of dancing now , " she cried ; " Here tarry a moment , -I'll hide , I'll hide ! And , Lovell , be sure thou'rt first ...
... child , young Lovell's bride ; While she with her bright eyes seemed to be The star of the goodly company . " I'm weary of dancing now , " she cried ; " Here tarry a moment , -I'll hide , I'll hide ! And , Lovell , be sure thou'rt first ...
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... children cried , " See ! the old man weeps for his fairy bride . ” At length an oak chest , that had long lain hid , Was found in the castle , -they raised the lid , And a skeleton form lay smouldering there In the bridal wreath of that ...
... children cried , " See ! the old man weeps for his fairy bride . ” At length an oak chest , that had long lain hid , Was found in the castle , -they raised the lid , And a skeleton form lay smouldering there In the bridal wreath of that ...
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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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61 psl. - for Aix is in sight!' 'How they'll greet us!' — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
32 psl. - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
61 psl. - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky ; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff, Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
72 psl. - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon ; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big, manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
41 psl. - The saint, who enjoyed the communion of heaven, The sinner, who dared to remain unforgiven; The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just, Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.
148 psl. - Could any thing be more alluring Than an old hedge to Goody Blake ? And, now and then, it must be said, When her old bones were cold and chill, She left her fire, or left her bed, To seek the hedge of Harry Gill.
60 psl. - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.
41 psl. - The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne ; The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn ; The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave, Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.
45 psl. - Twas better for her that we should part, — Better the soberest, prosiest life Than a blasted home and a broken heart. I have seen her? Once: I was weak and spent On the dusty road: a carriage stopped: But little she dreamed, as on she went, Who kissed the coin that her fingers dropped!
9 psl. - Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead. No rumor of the foe's advance Now swells upon the wind ; No troubled thought at midnight haunts Of loved ones left behind ; No vision of the morrow's strife The warrior's dream alarms ; No braying horn nor screaming fife At dawn shall call to arms.