The Elocutionist's Annual ...: Comprising New and Popular Readings, Recitations, Declamations, Dialogues, Tableaux, Etc., EtcJacob W. Shoemaker National School of Elocution and Oratory, 1888 |
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... What does make you so bad , Topsy ? why won't you try and be good ? Don't you love anybody , Topsy ? " " Dunno nothin ' ' bout love ; I loves candy and sich , that's all . " 66 But you love your father and mother ? " NUMBER SIXTEEN . 11.
... What does make you so bad , Topsy ? why won't you try and be good ? Don't you love anybody , Topsy ? " " Dunno nothin ' ' bout love ; I loves candy and sich , that's all . " 66 But you love your father and mother ? " NUMBER SIXTEEN . 11.
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... mother ? " " Never had none , ye know . I telled ye that , Miss Eva . " " Oh , I know , " said Eva , sadly ; " but hadn't you any brother , or sister , or aunt , or- " 66 " No , none of ' em - never had nothin ' nor nobody . " But ...
... mother ? " " Never had none , ye know . I telled ye that , Miss Eva . " " Oh , I know , " said Eva , sadly ; " but hadn't you any brother , or sister , or aunt , or- " 66 " No , none of ' em - never had nothin ' nor nobody . " But ...
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... mother . It is true what she told me ; if we want to give sight to the blind , we must be willing to do as Christ did - call them to us , and put our hands on them . " " 6 ' I've always had a prejudice against negroes , " said Miss ...
... mother . It is true what she told me ; if we want to give sight to the blind , we must be willing to do as Christ did - call them to us , and put our hands on them . " " 6 ' I've always had a prejudice against negroes , " said Miss ...
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... our Fathers , ocean makes us two , But heart to heart is true ! Proud is your towering daughter in the West , Yet in her burning life - blood reign confest Her mother's pulses beating in her breast . This holy 16 THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL .
... our Fathers , ocean makes us two , But heart to heart is true ! Proud is your towering daughter in the West , Yet in her burning life - blood reign confest Her mother's pulses beating in her breast . This holy 16 THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL .
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... mother's pulses beating in her breast . This holy fount , whose rills from heaven descend , Its gracious drops shall lend- Both foreheads bathed in that baptismal dew , And love make one the old home and the new ! OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ...
... mother's pulses beating in her breast . This holy fount , whose rills from heaven descend , Its gracious drops shall lend- Both foreheads bathed in that baptismal dew , And love make one the old home and the new ! OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ...
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angel Aunt John's baby beautiful Ben-Hur bendin Better than gold blue breath bright capt'n Carl Von Weber child Child Musician Christmas Cicely cried dark dead dear death Dialogue door earth Elocution eyes face fair father feet fell fimble Franz gaze hand hear heard heart heaven heerd hollow ideal ivy green JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Jill knew laugh light lips Lollard look Lord loud louder Messala miles from heaven Miltiades Peterkin Paul mind morning mother never night o'er Paper Binding play pray prayer Raoul rose round Sanballat Santa Claus School of Elocution seemed shouted smile Song soul sound stars stood Story sweet Tableau tears tell thee thing thou thought thy serpent tion Topsy TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE turned Uncle Uncle Silas violin voice wait whack wild wind wonderful young
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Seite 153 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered ; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well ; Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell, Rode the six hundred.
Seite 155 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly...
Seite 5 - Life may be given in many ways, And loyalty to Truth be sealed As bravely in the closet as the field, So bountiful is Fate ; But then to stand beside her. When craven churls deride her, To front a lie in arms and not to yield, This shows, methinks, God's plan And measure of a stalwart man, Limbed like the old heroic breeds, Who...
Seite 152 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Seite 18 - ... testimony to his children of his fidelity and faith, he turned his face southward from Appomattox in April, 1865. Think of him as ragged, halfstarved, heavy-hearted, enfeebled by want and wounds; having fought to exhaustion, he surrenders his gun, wrings the hands of his comrades in silence, and, lifting his tear-stained and pallid face for the last time to the graves that dot the old Virginia hills, pulls his gray cap over his brow and begins the slow and painful journey.
Seite 164 - An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about ! An' the gobble-uns '11 git you Ef you Don't Watch Out! An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, An' the lampwick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo ! An' you hear the crickets quit, an...
Seite 7 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame.
Seite 88 - Do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror.
Seite 6 - They knew that outward grace is dust; They could not choose but trust In that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill, And supple-tempered will That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust. His was no lonely mountain-peak of mind, Thrusting to thin air o'er our cloudy bars, A sea-mark now, now lost in vapors blind; Broad prairie rather, genial, level-lined, Fruitful and friendly for all human kind, Yet also nigh to heaven and loved of loftiest stars.
Seite 20 - But, sir, speaking from the shadow of that memory which I honor as I do nothing else on earth, I say that the cause in which he suffered and for which he gave his life was adjudged by higher and fuller wisdom than his or mine, and I am glad that the omniscient God held the balance of battle in His Almighty hand and that human slavery was swept forever from American soil — the American Union was saved from the wreck of war.