Choice Readings for Public and Private Entertainment: Arranged for the Exercises of the School, College and Public Reader, with Elocutionary AdviceRobert McLean Cumnock Jansen, McClurg & Company, 1882 - 426 páginas |
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... cried Mrs. Pipchin , hurrying to his bed's head . " Not good by ? " " Ah , yes ! Good by ! -Where is papa ? 99 His father's breath was on his check before the words had parted from his lips . The feeble hand waved in the air , as if it ...
... cried Mrs. Pipchin , hurrying to his bed's head . " Not good by ? " " Ah , yes ! Good by ! -Where is papa ? 99 His father's breath was on his check before the words had parted from his lips . The feeble hand waved in the air , as if it ...
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... . " GIVE us a song ! " the soldiers cried , The outer trenches guarding , When the heated guns of the camps allied Grew weary of bombarding . 3 The dark Redan , in silent scoff , Lay , THE SONG OF THE CAMP . 3333 The Song of the Camp.
... . " GIVE us a song ! " the soldiers cried , The outer trenches guarding , When the heated guns of the camps allied Grew weary of bombarding . 3 The dark Redan , in silent scoff , Lay , THE SONG OF THE CAMP . 3333 The Song of the Camp.
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... cried like a child , And not for himself , but the Captain's son . " The Captain stood on the quarter - deck , Firm but pale , with trumpet in hand , Sometimes he looked on the breaking wreck , Sometimes he sadly looked on land . And ...
... cried like a child , And not for himself , but the Captain's son . " The Captain stood on the quarter - deck , Firm but pale , with trumpet in hand , Sometimes he looked on the breaking wreck , Sometimes he sadly looked on land . And ...
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... cried over it and wos allus grieved over it , and that I hoped as he'd be able to forgiv me in his mind . If the writin ' could be made to say it wery large , he might . " It shall say it , Jo . Very large . " Jo laughs again . " Thank ...
... cried over it and wos allus grieved over it , and that I hoped as he'd be able to forgiv me in his mind . If the writin ' could be made to say it wery large , he might . " It shall say it , Jo . Very large . " Jo laughs again . " Thank ...
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... cried , " O , Gabriel ! O , my be- loved ! Art thou so near unto me , and yet I cannot behold thee ! Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah ! how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! Ah ! how ...
... cried , " O , Gabriel ! O , my be- loved ! Art thou so near unto me , and yet I cannot behold thee ! Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah ! how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! Ah ! how ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee arms Bawne beautiful bells breast Bregenz bright Captain carpet-bag Charco CHARLES DICKENS child chronometer watch cloud Connor cried dark dead dear Dora dream eyes face father Fezziwig forever Forever never Frenchman give grave hand head hear heard heart heaven Henry HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW honor Kate Kath king kiss lady Lars Porsena laugh light lips living look Lord mother musical scale never night Nora o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once Patrick poor pray prayer rain replied river river Lee rose round SAMUEL LOVER Sandalphon Senator shining shout silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound squire star stood sweet tears tell thee there's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought tone turned voice waves Weller wild wind word young
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Página 299 - Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Página 51 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 232 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Página 350 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" — The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 319 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Página 388 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 361 - I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; " Good speed ! " cried the watch as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Página 326 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Página 232 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...