Shoemaker's Best Selections for Readings and Recitations, Oplag 5Penn Publishing Company, 1905 |
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... fears when he asked me one day in his father's absence , " Don't you think Pa acts as if he is going crazy ? He talks to himself half the time lately when he is alone . " One day shortly after this , Aristarchus was the worst I had ever ...
... fears when he asked me one day in his father's absence , " Don't you think Pa acts as if he is going crazy ? He talks to himself half the time lately when he is alone . " One day shortly after this , Aristarchus was the worst I had ever ...
Side 13
... fears , and his final attempt to choke me to death . Aristarchus did not interrupt me , but his eyes seemed to grow bigger and bigger , and his face turned all colors . When I had finished , he burst forth without waiting for the doctor ...
... fears , and his final attempt to choke me to death . Aristarchus did not interrupt me , but his eyes seemed to grow bigger and bigger , and his face turned all colors . When I had finished , he burst forth without waiting for the doctor ...
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... fall , An ' devvils fear an ' fly . " The first two lines are then given out again . and Jabez Hepton starts the tune . A few verses are thas disposed of , two lines at a time , and 30 BEST SELECTIONS Child's Dream of a Star,
... fall , An ' devvils fear an ' fly . " The first two lines are then given out again . and Jabez Hepton starts the tune . A few verses are thas disposed of , two lines at a time , and 30 BEST SELECTIONS Child's Dream of a Star,
Side 31
... fears , — why , not fears exactly , but questionings an ' uncer tainties , an ' they disturb me at times a good bit . I pray for grace to overcome ' em . May the Lord help me ! " " Help yo ' , " said Adam , " te be seear He will . But ...
... fears , — why , not fears exactly , but questionings an ' uncer tainties , an ' they disturb me at times a good bit . I pray for grace to overcome ' em . May the Lord help me ! " " Help yo ' , " said Adam , " te be seear He will . But ...
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... ' down the street , I thought I'd pass on by him for fear our youngest son Would show he was ashamed of me , as Rob and Dan had done . But soon as Charley seen me , he , right 100 BEST SELECTIONS *100 Legend of the Organ-Builder,
... ' down the street , I thought I'd pass on by him for fear our youngest son Would show he was ashamed of me , as Rob and Dan had done . But soon as Charley seen me , he , right 100 BEST SELECTIONS *100 Legend of the Organ-Builder,
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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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Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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?
Side 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.