Shoemaker's Best Selections for Readings and Recitations, Oplag 5Penn Publishing Company, 1905 |
Fra bogen
Resultater 1-5 af 52
Side 7
... hair she held ; Like a shining snake it quivered in the tide , and shrunk and swelled . And she dipped her dainty fingers deftly in the chilly brook ; Scarce she minded how her image with the ripples curved and shook ; Stooping with a ...
... hair she held ; Like a shining snake it quivered in the tide , and shrunk and swelled . And she dipped her dainty fingers deftly in the chilly brook ; Scarce she minded how her image with the ripples curved and shook ; Stooping with a ...
Side 8
... hair , And it seemed to me that moment I had ne'er seen aught so fair . Now , if you will never breathe it , I will tell you some- thing queer- Only step a little nearer ; let me whisper in your ear : If you think it was the first time ...
... hair , And it seemed to me that moment I had ne'er seen aught so fair . Now , if you will never breathe it , I will tell you some- thing queer- Only step a little nearer ; let me whisper in your ear : If you think it was the first time ...
Side 28
... hair ; The little girl next door wears blue ; oh , dear , if I could dare , I know what I should like to do ! " - ( The words were whispered low , Lest such tremendous heresy should reach her aunts below . ) Calmly reading in the parlor ...
... hair ; The little girl next door wears blue ; oh , dear , if I could dare , I know what I should like to do ! " - ( The words were whispered low , Lest such tremendous heresy should reach her aunts below . ) Calmly reading in the parlor ...
Side 50
... hair was turning gray , and he was sitting in his chair by the fireside , heavy with grief , and with his face bedewed with tears , when the star opened once again . Said his sister's angel to the leader , " Is my brother come ? " And ...
... hair was turning gray , and he was sitting in his chair by the fireside , heavy with grief , and with his face bedewed with tears , when the star opened once again . Said his sister's angel to the leader , " Is my brother come ? " And ...
Side 72
... hair ; Thy turn , Zarafi ! bend thy crest , and lift thy master now , Thy limbs must know no laggard rest , thy breath is on his brow . He lifts him to his back . As breaks the opening day- Swift as an arrow from the bow Zarafi speeds ...
... hair ; Thy turn , Zarafi ! bend thy crest , and lift thy master now , Thy limbs must know no laggard rest , thy breath is on his brow . He lifts him to his back . As breaks the opening day- Swift as an arrow from the bow Zarafi speeds ...
Indhold
120 | |
130 | |
137 | |
141 | |
151 | |
158 | |
164 | |
170 | |
176 | |
182 | |
188 | |
5 | |
12 | |
37 | |
43 | |
49 | |
80 | |
95 | |
108 | |
195 | |
9 | |
17 | |
25 | |
56 | |
67 | |
74 | |
93 | |
102 | |
107 | |
118 | |
130 | |
134 | |
150 | |
161 | |
200 | |
Almindelige termer og sætninger
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
Populære passager
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.