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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... flowers bloomed everywhere , And birds with brilliant plumage with music filled the air ; But now among the flowers and underneath the trees And floating in the crystal floods , what is't my Lady sees ? Can they be earthly children ? or ...
... flowers bloomed everywhere , And birds with brilliant plumage with music filled the air ; But now among the flowers and underneath the trees And floating in the crystal floods , what is't my Lady sees ? Can they be earthly children ? or ...
Side 67
... flowers to throw to him . " They were not greenhouse favorites ; just old - fashioned domestic flowers , such as we associate with the dear grandmothers ; " but , " I thought , " they will seem sweet and beautiful to him for little ...
... flowers to throw to him . " They were not greenhouse favorites ; just old - fashioned domestic flowers , such as we associate with the dear grandmothers ; " but , " I thought , " they will seem sweet and beautiful to him for little ...
Side 70
... flowers on his knee , and slipped her hand in his . I could not keep my eyes from her sweet , pitying face . I saw her whisper to him , he bending a little to catch her words . Later , I found out that she was asking him if he knew his ...
... flowers on his knee , and slipped her hand in his . I could not keep my eyes from her sweet , pitying face . I saw her whisper to him , he bending a little to catch her words . Later , I found out that she was asking him if he knew his ...
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... flowers and music and all sorts of things . The only thing that troubled her was making up her mind who to invite . Mother wanted her to invite Mr. and Mrs. McFadden and the seven McFadden girls , but Sue said they had insulted her ...
... flowers and music and all sorts of things . The only thing that troubled her was making up her mind who to invite . Mother wanted her to invite Mr. and Mrs. McFadden and the seven McFadden girls , but Sue said they had insulted her ...
Side 83
... Flowers . Now what was there to find fault with in that ? It was printed beautifully , and every word was spelled right , with the exception of the name of the church , and I didn't put that in because I wasn't quite sure how to spell ...
... Flowers . Now what was there to find fault with in that ? It was printed beautifully , and every word was spelled right , with the exception of the name of the church , and I didn't put that in because I wasn't quite sure how to spell ...
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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...