Iliff's Select Readings for Public and Private Entertainment: Containing Choice Selections of the Most Pathetic, Gay, Humorous ... Accompanied by Explanatory Notes Together with Appropriate Elocutionary Instructions ...John W. Iliff, 1893 - 519 Seiten |
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... sweet as a vesper chime , And the Junes with the roses are straying . And the name of that Isle is the Long Ago , And we bury our treasures there ; There are brows of beauty and bosoms of snow ; There are heaps of dust - but we loved ...
... sweet as a vesper chime , And the Junes with the roses are straying . And the name of that Isle is the Long Ago , And we bury our treasures there ; There are brows of beauty and bosoms of snow ; There are heaps of dust - but we loved ...
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... the sun from her bed ? " 66 ' Pitty much , " answered the sweet little one ; " I cannot tell , so much things have I done ; Played with my dolly , and feeded my ' bun , ' " And then I jumped with my little jump - SELECT READINGS . 67.
... the sun from her bed ? " 66 ' Pitty much , " answered the sweet little one ; " I cannot tell , so much things have I done ; Played with my dolly , and feeded my ' bun , ' " And then I jumped with my little jump - SELECT READINGS . 67.
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... sweet be thy rest ! We are but children ; things that we do Are as sports of a babe to the Infinite view , That marks all our weakness , and pities it too . God grant that when night overshadows our way , And we shall be called to ...
... sweet be thy rest ! We are but children ; things that we do Are as sports of a babe to the Infinite view , That marks all our weakness , and pities it too . God grant that when night overshadows our way , And we shall be called to ...
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... sweet with apple - bloom ; And now , when the cows came back at night , The feeble father drove them home . For news had come to the lonely farm That three were lying where two had lain ; And the old man's tremulous palsied arm Could ...
... sweet with apple - bloom ; And now , when the cows came back at night , The feeble father drove them home . For news had come to the lonely farm That three were lying where two had lain ; And the old man's tremulous palsied arm Could ...
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... sweet voice comes back to me , whenever sad I grieve , And sings a song , that is yours , O peerless Genevi ve ! It brightens up the olden times , and throws a smile at me- A silver star amid the clouds of District Number Three . WILL M ...
... sweet voice comes back to me , whenever sad I grieve , And sings a song , that is yours , O peerless Genevi ve ! It brightens up the olden times , and throws a smile at me- A silver star amid the clouds of District Number Three . WILL M ...
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Seite 405 - Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone ; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.
Seite 52 - The hills, Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Seite 483 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Seite 403 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Seite 452 - How it went to pieces all at once,— All at once, and nothing first,— Just as bubbles do when they burst.
Seite 405 - In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free — if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending — if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must...
Seite 476 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Seite 323 - In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Seite 241 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Seite 150 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!