Exercises in Reading and RecitationJonathan Barber author, 1828 - 251 psl. |
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... Lord one thousand eight hundred and >> twenty eight , and in the fifty - second year of the Inde- pendence of the United States of America , Jonathan Barber , of said District , deposited in this office , the title of a book , the right ...
... Lord one thousand eight hundred and >> twenty eight , and in the fifty - second year of the Inde- pendence of the United States of America , Jonathan Barber , of said District , deposited in this office , the title of a book , the right ...
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... lord at home , or no , " When their good company he would entreat " To well - brew'd ale , and clean , if homely , meat . " With aching heart , home to his wife he goes , And on his knees does his rash act disclose , And prays dear ...
... lord at home , or no , " When their good company he would entreat " To well - brew'd ale , and clean , if homely , meat . " With aching heart , home to his wife he goes , And on his knees does his rash act disclose , And prays dear ...
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... Lord Mayor ! " A MOONLIGHT SCENE . POPE'S HOMER . ILIAD VIII . v . 673 . THE leader spoke . From all his host around Shouts of applause along the shores resound . Each from the yoke the smoking steeds unty'd , And fix'd their headstalls ...
... Lord Mayor ! " A MOONLIGHT SCENE . POPE'S HOMER . ILIAD VIII . v . 673 . THE leader spoke . From all his host around Shouts of applause along the shores resound . Each from the yoke the smoking steeds unty'd , And fix'd their headstalls ...
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... Lord ; he that believeth in me , tho ' he were dead , yet shall he live : and whosoever liveth , and believeth in me , shall never die . I know that my redeemer liveth , and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth ; and tho ...
... Lord ; he that believeth in me , tho ' he were dead , yet shall he live : and whosoever liveth , and believeth in me , shall never die . I know that my redeemer liveth , and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth ; and tho ...
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... Lord ! who for our sins art justly displeased ? Yet , O Lord God most holy ! O Lord most mighty ! O holy and most merciful Saviour ! deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal death . DIRGE IN CYMBELINE , Sung by Guiderus and ...
... Lord ! who for our sins art justly displeased ? Yet , O Lord God most holy ! O Lord most mighty ! O holy and most merciful Saviour ! deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal death . DIRGE IN CYMBELINE , Sung by Guiderus and ...
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