Hand-book of Calisthenics and Gymnastics: A Complete Drill-book for Schools, Families, and Gymnasiums. With Music to Accompany the Exercises ... |
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Hand-Book of Calisthenics and Gymnastics - A Complete Drill-Book for Schools ... J. Madison Watson Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2018 |
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Side 96 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
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Side 91 - Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses, Where was her home ? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother?
Side 28 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman?
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Side 49 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up...
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