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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... ..... .. 31 BAYARD TAYLOR . 33 .FITZ - JAMES O'BRIEN ... 35 .THOMAS MOORE . 37 ..CHARLES DICKENS . 38 .M . A. DENNISON 41 42 44 45 46 ....... ETHEL LYNN .... .UHLAND - J . S. DWIGHT , ... LADY ANNE BARNARD .. ..ROBERT BURNS.
... ..... .. 31 BAYARD TAYLOR . 33 .FITZ - JAMES O'BRIEN ... 35 .THOMAS MOORE . 37 ..CHARLES DICKENS . 38 .M . A. DENNISON 41 42 44 45 46 ....... ETHEL LYNN .... .UHLAND - J . S. DWIGHT , ... LADY ANNE BARNARD .. ..ROBERT BURNS.
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... lady as wos and yit as warn't the t'other lady , and none of ' em never says nothink to me for having done it , on accounts of their being ser good and my having been s ' unfortnet . The lady come herself and see me yesday , and she ses ...
... lady as wos and yit as warn't the t'other lady , and none of ' em never says nothink to me for having done it , on accounts of their being ser good and my having been s ' unfortnet . The lady come herself and see me yesday , and she ses ...
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... LADY ANNE BARNARD . JOHN ANDERSON , MY JO . JOHN ANDERSON , my jo , John , When we were first acquent , Your locks were like the raven , Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld , John , Your locks are like the snaw ; But ...
... LADY ANNE BARNARD . JOHN ANDERSON , MY JO . JOHN ANDERSON , my jo , John , When we were first acquent , Your locks were like the raven , Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld , John , Your locks are like the snaw ; But ...
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... lady ! she is dead Long ago- That he had a Roman nose , And his cheek was like a rose In the snow . But now his nose is thin , And it rests upon his chin Like a staff ; And a crook is in his back , And a melancholy crack In his laugh ...
... lady ! she is dead Long ago- That he had a Roman nose , And his cheek was like a rose In the snow . But now his nose is thin , And it rests upon his chin Like a staff ; And a crook is in his back , And a melancholy crack In his laugh ...
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... lady , who had given her the items of an education , which Connor told upon his fingers . " The radin ' , that's one , and the writin ' , that's three , and moreover , she knows all that a woman can . ” Then he looked up with tears in ...
... lady , who had given her the items of an education , which Connor told upon his fingers . " The radin ' , that's one , and the writin ' , that's three , and moreover , she knows all that a woman can . ” Then he looked up with tears in ...
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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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