Scrap-book Recitation Series: A Miscellaneous Collection of Prose and Poetry for Recitation and Reading, Designed for Schools, Home and Literary Circles. no. 1-4T.S. Denison, 1880 |
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... Designed for Schools, Home and Literary Circles. no. 1-4 Henry Marlin Soper. NUMBER 2 . SCRAP - BOOK RECITATIONS BY H. M. SOPER . PRICE TWENTY - FIVE CTS . CHICAGO : T. S. DENISON , 4021 866 DENISON'S ACTING PLAYS . Price 15 Cents Each.
... Designed for Schools, Home and Literary Circles. no. 1-4 Henry Marlin Soper. NUMBER 2 . SCRAP - BOOK RECITATIONS BY H. M. SOPER . PRICE TWENTY - FIVE CTS . CHICAGO : T. S. DENISON , 4021 866 DENISON'S ACTING PLAYS . Price 15 Cents Each.
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... PLAYS . Price 15 Cents Each , Postpaid . Catalogue Free . F. S. DENISON , Publisher , 163 Randolph St. , Chicago ... Played and Lost , sketch , 15 min .. 8 Persecuted Dutchman , 35 min .... 6 Quiet Family , farce , 45 min .. 4 4 Quar ...
... PLAYS . Price 15 Cents Each , Postpaid . Catalogue Free . F. S. DENISON , Publisher , 163 Randolph St. , Chicago ... Played and Lost , sketch , 15 min .. 8 Persecuted Dutchman , 35 min .... 6 Quiet Family , farce , 45 min .. 4 4 Quar ...
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... play and I to clearing the table . By - and - by I saw the fog lifted itself somewhat , and that at times the sun almost peeped through . " Baby , " I said , “ If the sun comes out and the blue sky shows , we'll go to uncle's to day ...
... play and I to clearing the table . By - and - by I saw the fog lifted itself somewhat , and that at times the sun almost peeped through . " Baby , " I said , “ If the sun comes out and the blue sky shows , we'll go to uncle's to day ...
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... play with kitty , now . " " No , no , mamma , me wite letter- Tan if ' ou will show me how . " I would paint my darling's portrait As his sweet eyes searched my face- Hair of gold and eyes of azure , Form of childish , witching grace ...
... play with kitty , now . " " No , no , mamma , me wite letter- Tan if ' ou will show me how . " I would paint my darling's portrait As his sweet eyes searched my face- Hair of gold and eyes of azure , Form of childish , witching grace ...
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... play , And the very airs of heaven through the soft gloom seemed to stray . He was young , the Organ - Builder , and ... plays , THE LEGEND OF THE ORGAN - BUILDER . How the Harper's Magazine.
... play , And the very airs of heaven through the soft gloom seemed to stray . He was young , the Organ - Builder , and ... plays , THE LEGEND OF THE ORGAN - BUILDER . How the Harper's Magazine.
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Page 96 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 95 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed, —...
Page 69 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Page 96 - That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn 1 From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn...
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Page 62 - How like a mounting devil in the heart Rules the unreined ambition ! Let it once But play the monarch, and its haughty brow Glows with a beauty that bewilders thought And unthrones peace forever. Putting on The very pomp of Lucifer, it turns The heart to ashes, and with not a spring Left in the bosom for the spirit's lip, We look upon our splendor and forget The thirst of which we perish.
Page 41 - OLD Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone: But when she got there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.
Page 59 - Parrhasius stood, gazing forgetfully Upon his canvas. There Prometheus lay, Chained to the cold rocks of Mount Caucasus— The vulture at his vitals, and the links Of the lame Lemnian festering in his flesh; And, as the painter's mind felt through the dim, Rapt mystery, and plucked the shadows forth With its...
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