Shoemaker's Best Selections for Readings and Recitations, Oplag 5Penn Publishing Company, 1905 |
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Side 14
... mother , Only three grains of corn , ' Twill keep the little life I have Till the coming of the morn . ' " Perhaps you think Aristarchus had his favorite dinner after that 14 BEST SELECTIONS *14 Ballad of the Wicked Nephew.
... mother , Only three grains of corn , ' Twill keep the little life I have Till the coming of the morn . ' " Perhaps you think Aristarchus had his favorite dinner after that 14 BEST SELECTIONS *14 Ballad of the Wicked Nephew.
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... keeping and the ruin that might be wrought . That night in our little cottage , as I kissed our sleeping child , My wife looked up from her sewing and told me , as she smiled , That Johnny had made his mind up - he'd be a points- man ...
... keeping and the ruin that might be wrought . That night in our little cottage , as I kissed our sleeping child , My wife looked up from her sewing and told me , as she smiled , That Johnny had made his mind up - he'd be a points- man ...
Side 22
... keep- 66 It was ever to do my duty . ' Do that , and then , come what will , You'll have no worry , " said Alice , " if things go well or ill . " Now the very next day the missus had to go to the market town , She'd the Christmas things ...
... keep- 66 It was ever to do my duty . ' Do that , and then , come what will , You'll have no worry , " said Alice , " if things go well or ill . " Now the very next day the missus had to go to the market town , She'd the Christmas things ...
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... left their home . " ' Twas Aunt Faith's sweet voice that called her , and the naughty little maid— Gliding down the dark old stairway - hoped their notice to evade , Keeping shyly in their shadow as they went out at 28 BEST SELECTIONS.
... left their home . " ' Twas Aunt Faith's sweet voice that called her , and the naughty little maid— Gliding down the dark old stairway - hoped their notice to evade , Keeping shyly in their shadow as they went out at 28 BEST SELECTIONS.
Side 29
Keeping shyly in their shadow as they went out at the door , Ah ! never little Quakeress a guiltier conscience bore ! Dear Aunt Faith walked looking upward ; all her thoughts were pure and holy ; And Aunt Peace walked gazing downward ...
Keeping shyly in their shadow as they went out at the door , Ah ! never little Quakeress a guiltier conscience bore ! Dear Aunt Faith walked looking upward ; all her thoughts were pure and holy ; And Aunt Peace walked gazing downward ...
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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 Griffith 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 seemed 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 Winkle woman wonder words
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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 63 - 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.