Choice Readings for Public and Private Entertainment: Arranged for the Exercises of the School, College and Public Reader, with Elocutionary AdviceRobert McLean Cumnock Jansen, McClurg & Company, 1882 - 426 psl. |
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... answer from the child : soft fall the words from him , " Mother , the angels do so smile , and beckon little Jim , I have no pain , dear mother , now , but O ! I am so dry , Just moisten poor Jim's lips again , and , mother , don't you ...
... answer from the child : soft fall the words from him , " Mother , the angels do so smile , and beckon little Jim , I have no pain , dear mother , now , but O ! I am so dry , Just moisten poor Jim's lips again , and , mother , don't you ...
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... answer came in an under - breath- " Master , I was the second mate ! ” FITZ - JAMES O'BRIEN . " T IS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER . " T is the last rose of summer , Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No ...
... answer came in an under - breath- " Master , I was the second mate ! ” FITZ - JAMES O'BRIEN . " T IS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER . " T is the last rose of summer , Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No ...
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... answers he : " Ah , Hal , I'll try ; But in my throat there's something chokes , Because , you see , I've thought so long To count her in among our folks . " I s'pose she must be happy now , But still I will keep thinking too , I could ...
... answers he : " Ah , Hal , I'll try ; But in my throat there's something chokes , Because , you see , I've thought so long To count her in among our folks . " I s'pose she must be happy now , But still I will keep thinking too , I could ...
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... answered prayer . THOMAS BUCHANAN READ . PASSING AWAY . WAS it the chime of a tiny bell That came so sweet to my dreaming ear , Like the silvery tones of a fairy's shell , That he winds on the beach so mellow and clear , When the winds ...
... answered prayer . THOMAS BUCHANAN READ . PASSING AWAY . WAS it the chime of a tiny bell That came so sweet to my dreaming ear , Like the silvery tones of a fairy's shell , That he winds on the beach so mellow and clear , When the winds ...
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... answered him , " Not yet ! " — and the star was shining . He grew to be a man , whose hair was turning gray , and he was sitting in his chair by the fireside , heavy with grief , and with his face bedewed with tears , when the star ...
... answered him , " Not yet ! " — and the star was shining . He grew to be a man , whose hair was turning gray , and he was sitting in his chair by the fireside , heavy with grief , and with his face bedewed with tears , when the star ...
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Choice Readings for Public and Private Entertainment– Arranged for the ... Robert McLean Cumnock Visos knygos peržiūra - 1878 |
Choice Readings for Public and Private Entertainment– Arranged for the ... Robert McLean Cumnock Visos knygos peržiūra - 1882 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee arms Bawne beautiful bells breast Bregenz bright Captain carpet-bag Charco CHARLES DICKENS child chronometer watch cloud Connor cried dark dead dear Dora dream eyes face father Fezziwig forever Forever never Frenchman give grave hand head hear heard heart heaven Henry HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW honor Kate Kath king kiss lady Lars Porsena laugh light lips living look Lord mother musical scale never night Nora o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once Patrick poor pray prayer rain replied river river Lee rose round SAMUEL LOVER Sandalphon Senator shining shout silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound squire star stood sweet tears tell thee there's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought tone turned voice waves Weller wild wind word young
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