Shoemaker's Best Selections for Readings and Recitations, Oplag 5Penn Publishing Company, 1905 |
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... feeling of artifice and no longer the full power . Art has become artifice , but art is only art when it conceals and hides this artifice . There is much truth in the oft - repeated statement that art destroys nature , but it is because ...
... feeling of artifice and no longer the full power . Art has become artifice , but art is only art when it conceals and hides this artifice . There is much truth in the oft - repeated statement that art destroys nature , but it is because ...
Side 7
... feeling and thought have been culled and trimmed and aimed ; when the arrow is selected and feathered and guided as no log of wood thrown by a giant's hand could go , then art has learned to throw the shafts of speech in a way that ...
... feeling and thought have been culled and trimmed and aimed ; when the arrow is selected and feathered and guided as no log of wood thrown by a giant's hand could go , then art has learned to throw the shafts of speech in a way that ...
Side 24
I could hear the roar of the engine , I could almost feel its breath , And right on the centre metals stood my boy in the jaws of death ; On came the fierce fiend , tearing straight for the centre line , And the hand that must wreck or ...
I could hear the roar of the engine , I could almost feel its breath , And right on the centre metals stood my boy in the jaws of death ; On came the fierce fiend , tearing straight for the centre line , And the hand that must wreck or ...
Side 31
... feel ' at the Lord's will's mah will mair then ivver it was afoore . Ah's cummin ' fast te d ' end o ' my jonna , an ' ah's just waitin ' at t ' Beautiful Gayt o ' t ' temple , till the Lord cums an ' lifts ma ' up , then ah sall gan in ...
... feel ' at the Lord's will's mah will mair then ivver it was afoore . Ah's cummin ' fast te d ' end o ' my jonna , an ' ah's just waitin ' at t ' Beautiful Gayt o ' t ' temple , till the Lord cums an ' lifts ma ' up , then ah sall gan in ...
Side 35
... feels te fret a bit now and then aboot Pete . He's in a forren country away ower t ' sea , an ' I do long to see his face agen . But ah could deny myself o ' that , if I knew that he loved his Saviour , and was sure to meet me i ...
... feels te fret a bit now and then aboot Pete . He's in a forren country away ower t ' sea , an ' I do long to see his face agen . But ah could deny myself o ' that , if I knew that he loved his Saviour , and was sure to meet me i ...
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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.