Shoemaker's Best Selections for Readings and Recitations, Oplag 5Penn Publishing Company, 1905 |
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... made bright , " Let thy beauty be thy dower , and be mine to have and hold ; For a face as sweet as thou hast needs , in sooth , no frame of gold . " ARISTARCHUS STUDIES ELOCUTION . NOT Adapted . [ OT long NUMBER THIRTEEN . 11.
... made bright , " Let thy beauty be thy dower , and be mine to have and hold ; For a face as sweet as thou hast needs , in sooth , no frame of gold . " ARISTARCHUS STUDIES ELOCUTION . NOT Adapted . [ OT long NUMBER THIRTEEN . 11.
Side 12
... hold of my neck on each side , said : my " Let me knead your throat ; it is one of the best remedies in the world . " " What do you mean ? " I exclaimed in alarm ; but his fingers were already pressing on my jugular vein in a 12 BEST ...
... hold of my neck on each side , said : my " Let me knead your throat ; it is one of the best remedies in the world . " " What do you mean ? " I exclaimed in alarm ; but his fingers were already pressing on my jugular vein in a 12 BEST ...
Side 13
... hold so that I could speak , and I gasped out— " You are killing me ! " ' Why , does this hurt ? " he exclaimed , in a tone of cheerful surprise . " Did I choke you ? " and again the pressure of his knuckles against my jugular nearly ...
... hold so that I could speak , and I gasped out— " You are killing me ! " ' Why , does this hurt ? " he exclaimed , in a tone of cheerful surprise . " Did I choke you ? " and again the pressure of his knuckles against my jugular nearly ...
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... holds the planets in their spheres ; if , on the other hand , you take hold of life resolutely , spring to its tasks with strenuous and joyous energy , pour yourself into its opportunities , meet its duties valiantly , match your ...
... holds the planets in their spheres ; if , on the other hand , you take hold of life resolutely , spring to its tasks with strenuous and joyous energy , pour yourself into its opportunities , meet its duties valiantly , match your ...
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... hold them safe in our keeping , made sacred by tears and pain ; Their blood was a fierce libation poured out to the kiss of the sword , But the end was a mighty nation , and the light and love of the Lord . The past grows somber and ...
... hold them safe in our keeping , made sacred by tears and pain ; Their blood was a fierce libation poured out to the kiss of the sword , But the end was a mighty nation , and the light and love of the Lord . The past grows somber and ...
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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.