The Elocutionist's Annual ...: Comprising New and Popular Readings, Recitations, Declamations, Dialogues, Tableaux, Etc., Etc, Oplag 14National School of Elocution and Oratory, 1889 |
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... arms extended toward the little , griev- ing child . And soon the shining golden head is to His bosom pressed ; Why quivers thus my Lady's heart within her throbbing breast , As thus she murmurs to herself , unheard by all save one ...
... arms extended toward the little , griev- ing child . And soon the shining golden head is to His bosom pressed ; Why quivers thus my Lady's heart within her throbbing breast , As thus she murmurs to herself , unheard by all save one ...
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... arms . EDWARD EVERETT , 1861 . 66 BILL AND JOE . OME , dear old comrade , you and I COM Will steal an hour from days gone by- The shining days when life was new , And all was bright as morning dew- The dusty days of long ago , When you ...
... arms . EDWARD EVERETT , 1861 . 66 BILL AND JOE . OME , dear old comrade , you and I COM Will steal an hour from days gone by- The shining days when life was new , And all was bright as morning dew- The dusty days of long ago , When you ...
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... arm with the grasp of a drowning man . " How slippery it is , Sam ! " " Not an uncommon thing upon ice , sir , " replied Mr. Weller . " Hold up , sir ! " This last observation of Mr. Weller's bore reference to a demonstration Mr. Winkle ...
... arm with the grasp of a drowning man . " How slippery it is , Sam ! " " Not an uncommon thing upon ice , sir , " replied Mr. Weller . " Hold up , sir ! " This last observation of Mr. Weller's bore reference to a demonstration Mr. Winkle ...
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... The Judge's portly form perched twenty feet from the ground , on a two - inch limb , his chubby arms and legs twined around the body of the tree , and his mild blue eyes glaring from behind 40 THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL .
... The Judge's portly form perched twenty feet from the ground , on a two - inch limb , his chubby arms and legs twined around the body of the tree , and his mild blue eyes glaring from behind 40 THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL .
Side 41
... arm through to secure it . Up to this time , the calves had been huddling together in a corner of the corral , but now - whether my position was taken as a challenge , or whether courage had suddenly returned to them , I know not ...
... arm through to secure it . Up to this time , the calves had been huddling together in a corner of the corral , but now - whether my position was taken as a challenge , or whether courage had suddenly returned to them , I know not ...
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Side 156 - 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 185 - 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 184 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Side 35 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Side 157 - Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God wills it ; No matter how barren the past may have been, 'Tie 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...
Side 140 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly as the precept were her own: And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Side 34 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate.
Side 36 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Side 139 - 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 183 - IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole* Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me...