The Elocutionist's Annual ...: Comprising New and Popular Readings, Recitations, Declamations, Dialogues, Tableaux, Etc., EtcJacob W. Shoemaker National School of Elocution and Oratory, 1881 |
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... fears , Or dark despair ; Midway so many toils appear , That he who lingers longest here Knows most of care . Our goods are bought with many a groan , By the hot sweat of toil alone , And weary hearts ; Fleet - footed is the approach of ...
... fears , Or dark despair ; Midway so many toils appear , That he who lingers longest here Knows most of care . Our goods are bought with many a groan , By the hot sweat of toil alone , And weary hearts ; Fleet - footed is the approach of ...
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... fear Thieves and robbers while I am here ; Chee , chee , chee . Modest and shy as a nun is she ; One weak chirp is her only note ; Braggart and prince of braggarts is he , Pouring boasts from his little throat ; Bob o ' link , bob o ...
... fear Thieves and robbers while I am here ; Chee , chee , chee . Modest and shy as a nun is she ; One weak chirp is her only note ; Braggart and prince of braggarts is he , Pouring boasts from his little throat ; Bob o ' link , bob o ...
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... fears , And Jennie was large for fifteen years ; With vim her eyes were glistening , Her hair was the hue of a blackbird's wing ; And while the friends who knew her well The sweetness of her heart could tell , A gun that hung on the ...
... fears , And Jennie was large for fifteen years ; With vim her eyes were glistening , Her hair was the hue of a blackbird's wing ; And while the friends who knew her well The sweetness of her heart could tell , A gun that hung on the ...
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... fear ; now upright leap'd , As though he heard the battle - trumpet sound And long'd to cope with death . He slept , at last , - A troubled , dreamy sleep . Well had he slept Never to waken more ! His hours are few , NUMBER SIX . 5 %
... fear ; now upright leap'd , As though he heard the battle - trumpet sound And long'd to cope with death . He slept , at last , - A troubled , dreamy sleep . Well had he slept Never to waken more ! His hours are few , NUMBER SIX . 5 %
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... fears ! Ha ! see ! he has him - now ! he clasps him round , Kisses his face , puts back the curling locks That shaded his fine brow ; looks in his eyes , — Grasps in his own those little dimpled hands ; Then folds him to his breast , as ...
... fears ! Ha ! see ! he has him - now ! he clasps him round , Kisses his face , puts back the curling locks That shaded his fine brow ; looks in his eyes , — Grasps in his own those little dimpled hands ; Then folds him to his breast , as ...
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apple-tree arms Ave Maria BATTLE OF IVRY beauty bless brave breath Capt Cheap Jack chee cheep child chronometer watch CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON cried dark dead dear death Doctor door Dukite earth EDWIN ATHERTON eyes face fall Father Phil feel feet fire gentleman George girl give glory gray horse hair hand hast head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre Hubert Jennie M'Neal lady laugh light live look Lord Mayenne mighty morning mother n shoutin Nathaniel Bowditch never Niagara Falls night noble o'er oratory Pickleson poor prayer round shout silent sing sleep smile snow song Sophy soul sound Spink stood sweet tears tell thee there's nae luck thine thing thou thought told turned voice wailin wife WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT woman words young
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Page 107 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years — matron, and maid, And the sweet babe, and the gray-headed m'an, — Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those, who in their turn shall follow...
Page 161 - My native country, thee, land of the noble free, Thy name I love: I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills like that above.
Page 43 - They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere.
Page 171 - Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir tree, And instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle tree: And it shall be to the Lord for a name, For an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.
Page 106 - The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings...
Page 86 - No matter how coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Page 22 - The king is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, in deafening shout,
Page 170 - Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat ; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price. Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread ? and your labour for that which satisfieth not? hearken diligently unto me, and eat ye that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness.
Page 162 - I go, and it is done : the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Page 84 - Drips from her clothing ; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. — Touch her not scornfully ; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful : Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses...