The Peerless Speaker: Being a Compilation of the Choicest Recitations, Readings and Dialogues from the Most Celebrated Authors, Including Pathetic, Tragic, Humorous and Oratorical Selections, for Schools and Public and Private Entertainments : Also Instructions for the Cultivation of the Voice, Hints on Elocution, Etc., EtcThompson & Thomas, 1905 - 296 sider |
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... stands on the slim iron rails which shoot away from the station for half a mile and then lose themselves in a green forest . Puff - puff ! The driving wheels slowly turn , the mon- ster breathes great clouds of steam and seems anxious ...
... stands on the slim iron rails which shoot away from the station for half a mile and then lose themselves in a green forest . Puff - puff ! The driving wheels slowly turn , the mon- ster breathes great clouds of steam and seems anxious ...
Side 51
... stand it if they did . I stood in the door and watched him go . I can't never forget how the little fellow looked , " she continued , the tears streaming down her face . " His patched - up clothes , his old shoes , his ragged cap , his ...
... stand it if they did . I stood in the door and watched him go . I can't never forget how the little fellow looked , " she continued , the tears streaming down her face . " His patched - up clothes , his old shoes , his ragged cap , his ...
Side 52
... stand most anything myself , but oh , I can't bear to see my children suffer ! " Here she broke down in a fit of convulsive weeping . The little girl came up to her quietly and stole a thin little arm round her mother's neck . " Don't ...
... stand most anything myself , but oh , I can't bear to see my children suffer ! " Here she broke down in a fit of convulsive weeping . The little girl came up to her quietly and stole a thin little arm round her mother's neck . " Don't ...
Side 54
... men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight , But they , while their companions slept , Were toiling upward in the night . Standing on what too long we bore , With shoulders 54 FENNO'S FAVORITES . "KISS ME, MAMMA.
... men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight , But they , while their companions slept , Were toiling upward in the night . Standing on what too long we bore , With shoulders 54 FENNO'S FAVORITES . "KISS ME, MAMMA.
Side 55
... Standing on what too long we bore , With shoulders bent and downcast eyes , We may discern - unseen before- A path to higher destinies . Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted , wholly vain , If , rising on its wrecks , at last ...
... Standing on what too long we bore , With shoulders bent and downcast eyes , We may discern - unseen before- A path to higher destinies . Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted , wholly vain , If , rising on its wrecks , at last ...
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Side 94 - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; Leave, ah ! leave me not alone ; Still support and comfort me ! All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Side 203 - He finds his house in ruins, his farm devastated, his slaves free, his stock killed, his barns empty, his trade destroyed, his money worthless; his social system, feudal in its magnificence, swept away; his people without law or legal status, his comrades slain, and the burdens of others heavy on his shoulders. Crushed by defeat, his very traditions...
Side 54 - The longing for ignoble things, The strife for triumph more than truth, The hardening of the heart, that brings Irreverence for the dreams of youth!
Side 235 - If I were to tell you the story of Napoleon, I should take it from the lips of Frenchmen, who find no language rich enough to paint the great captain of the nineteenth century. Were I...
Side 206 - Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall ; Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me. One blossom of Heaven outblooms them all...
Side 209 - While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through heaven The triumph of a soul forgiven.
Side 53 - SAINT AUGUSTINE ! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame...
Side 205 - ... brave and simple faith. Not for all the glories of New England, from Plymouth Rock all the way, would I exchange the heritage he left me in his soldier's death. To the foot of that shaft I shall send my children's children to reverence him who ennobled their name with his heroic blood.
Side 91 - Jesu, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high! Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past, Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last!
Side 204 - The old South rested everything on slavery and agriculture, unconscious that these could neither give nor maintain healthy growth. The new South presents a perfect democracy, the oligarchs leading in the popular movement — a social system compact and closely knitted, less splendid on the surface, but stronger at the core — a hundred farms for every plantation, fifty homes for every palace — and a diversified industry that meets the complex needs of this complex age.