Shoemaker's Best Selections for Readings and Recitations, Tema 5Penn Publishing Company, 1905 |
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... the small , furry body of a dead mouse that lay on the floor , " and this is the weapon that did the bloody deed , " he added , turning up to view the sole of his right boot . " Good land ! what a sell ! " exclaimed 18 BEST SELECTIONS.
... the small , furry body of a dead mouse that lay on the floor , " and this is the weapon that did the bloody deed , " he added , turning up to view the sole of his right boot . " Good land ! what a sell ! " exclaimed 18 BEST SELECTIONS.
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" Good land ! what a sell ! " exclaimed the deluded policeman . Leander picked the mouse up gently by the tip of its tail and held it up before the three men for their closet inspection , saying , “ Take it up tenderly , Lift it with ...
" Good land ! what a sell ! " exclaimed the deluded policeman . Leander picked the mouse up gently by the tip of its tail and held it up before the three men for their closet inspection , saying , “ Take it up tenderly , Lift it with ...
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... land . My parents were two as godly Christians as were to be found out of heaven ; but the restraints of a Christian home , and the hum - drum life of a country village were more than my willful spirit and roaming tendencies could bear ...
... land . My parents were two as godly Christians as were to be found out of heaven ; but the restraints of a Christian home , and the hum - drum life of a country village were more than my willful spirit and roaming tendencies could bear ...
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... summons rolled . We had seen the bright home faces grow misty through trembling tears , We had heard the land's wide spaces ring loud with a people's cheers ; And out from the fragrance clinging to the orchards of 40 BEST SELECTIONS.
... summons rolled . We had seen the bright home faces grow misty through trembling tears , We had heard the land's wide spaces ring loud with a people's cheers ; And out from the fragrance clinging to the orchards of 40 BEST SELECTIONS.
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... was death , — Forgot in a restful slumber the strife and the fierce command , Where the slain were a countless number , and graves were rich in the land . II . Low the narrow morn was gleaming in the NUMBER THIRTEEN . 41.
... was death , — Forgot in a restful slumber the strife and the fierce command , Where the slain were a countless number , and graves were rich in the land . II . Low the narrow morn was gleaming in the NUMBER THIRTEEN . 41.
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Términos y frases comunes
ALICE CARY Aristarchus arms Aunt Balaam beautiful Becket bless blue brave breath CHARLES DICKENS child corn Costello courser cried dark David Copperfield dead dear death Desaix door dream Euphemia eyes face father feet fell fire flowers girl glory gray hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hepton hills Isam John of Salisbury Johnnie Miller King King Tee kiss knew lady land light lips live look Lord Mervane Middlerib morning mother Nestleton never night o'er Orlando pockets poor pray prayer rest Rosalind round shining side Sir Guy sleep smile Somers soul stand star stood sweet tears tell thee thing THOMAS À BECKET thou thought Trotwood turned Twas Uncle Ben voice wife wild Wildgrave wind Winkle woman wonder words
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Página 154 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 183 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, Aud see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides . and tho...
Página 33 - 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.
Página 137 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Página 54 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die.
Página 73 - And it came to pass at noon, that Elijah mocked them, and said, Cry aloud : for he is a god ; either he is talking, or he is pursuing, or he is in a journey, or peradventure he sleepeth, and must be awaked.
Página 34 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Página 155 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing; The breeze comes whispering in our ear, That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...
Página 61 - God is not a man, that he should lie; Neither the son of man, that he should repent: Hath he said, and shall he not do it? Or hath he spoken, and shall he not make it good?
Página 54 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.