Werner's Readings and Recitations: All-round selections (c1903)E.S. Werner, 1890 |
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... fell , give him the wall . Therefore he yielded it for the time . ( 8 ) Just then the trumpeter blew a signal . The judges dropped the rope , and not an instant too soon , for the hoof of one of Messala's horses struck it as it fell ...
... fell , give him the wall . Therefore he yielded it for the time . ( 8 ) Just then the trumpeter blew a signal . The judges dropped the rope , and not an instant too soon , for the hoof of one of Messala's horses struck it as it fell ...
Side 3
... fell under the hoofs of his own steeds . Sanballat , a friend of Ben - Hur , turned to a group of Ro- man noblemen . ( 18 ) " A hundred sestertii on the Jew ! " he cried . ( 19 ) " Taken ! " answered one of the group . " Another hundred ...
... fell under the hoofs of his own steeds . Sanballat , a friend of Ben - Hur , turned to a group of Ro- man noblemen . ( 18 ) " A hundred sestertii on the Jew ! " he cried . ( 19 ) " Taken ! " answered one of the group . " Another hundred ...
Side 6
... fell not there were both sting and menace in its quick report . Instantly not one , but the four as one , answered ( 51 ) with a leap that ( 52 ) landed them alongside the Roman's car . ( 53 ) Messala , on the perilous edge of the goal ...
... fell not there were both sting and menace in its quick report . Instantly not one , but the four as one , answered ( 51 ) with a leap that ( 52 ) landed them alongside the Roman's car . ( 53 ) Messala , on the perilous edge of the goal ...
Side 30
... fell ; But never more the time of flowers and singing Will hope revive in her poor heart to dwell . Life ne'er had brought to her so dark a chalice , But from her lips escapes no bitter moan ; They , ' mid the gentians , made the grave ...
... fell ; But never more the time of flowers and singing Will hope revive in her poor heart to dwell . Life ne'er had brought to her so dark a chalice , But from her lips escapes no bitter moan ; They , ' mid the gentians , made the grave ...
Side 33
... fell in the city unseen in the night . Out in the darkness , while passing , I heard The wail of the poor , little , vagabond bird . Being homeless myself , I hunted and found The weak little vagrant stretched out on the ground . I ...
... fell in the city unseen in the night . Out in the darkness , while passing , I heard The wail of the poor , little , vagabond bird . Being homeless myself , I hunted and found The weak little vagrant stretched out on the ground . I ...
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Aimer ain't alligator attitude baby Bay Chaleur BAYARD TAYLOR Ben-Hur Bill Billy Barker brave breast c'est à vivre calls me madam cats Charlie child Christmas clinched cried dead dear death door dream drew earth Ember eyes face father fear fell fist gaze gone Good-bye Guido Guido of Ravenna hand head hear heard heart Heaven Jack JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Jennie kiss knew Lanciotto LEW WALLACE lips little bird live look maid Malatesta mamma married Maunder Messala Miggles Montezuma morning mother never night Noray o'er once pard poems poor right arm right foot rose round Russian hounds Sanballat seemed sestertii sing smile song soul stood sweet t'le tears tell thee there's thing thou thought took tree turn Twas voice wife words young YOUNG AVENGER
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Side 202 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Side 137 - When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have its course lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down; Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed among; God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young.
Side 137 - WHEN all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green ; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen ; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away : Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day.
Side 4 - In the old Aramaic, as the sheik himself, he called to the Arabs: "On, Atair! On, Rigel! What, Antares! dost thou linger now? Good horse — oho, Aldebaran! I hear them singing in the tents. I hear the children singing and the women — singing of the stars, of Atair, Antares, Rigel, Aldebaran, victory! — and the song will never end.
Side 40 - For in the morn, with rapturous face, He toddled to the chimney-place, And found this little treasure there. They came again one Christmas-tide, — That angel host, so fair and white; And, singing all that glorious night, They lured my darling from my side. A little sock, a little toy, A little lock of golden hair, The Christmas music on the air, A watching for my baby boy ! But if again that angel train And golden-head come back for me, To bear me to Eternity, My watching will not be in vain.
Side 74 - HEARTSEASE. all the bonny buds that blow In bright or cloudy weather, Of all the flowers that come and go, The whole twelve moons together, The little purple pansy brings Thoughts of the sweetest, saddest things.
Side 50 - ... shouted Bernal full fiercely, And " Back ! " shouted Pablo in wrath, As his mule halted, startled and shrinking, On the perilous line of the path. The roar of devouring surges Came up from the breakers' hoarse war ; And " Back, or you perish ! " cried Bernal ; " I turn not on Paso del Mar !
Side 49 - GUSTY and raw was the morning, A fog hung over the seas, And its gray skirts, rolling inland, Were torn by the mountain trees ; No sound was heard but the dashing Of waves on the sandy bar, When Pablo of San Diego Rode down to the Paso del Mar.
Side 50 - They grappled with desperate madness On the slippery edge of the wall; They swayed on the brink, and together Reeled out to the rush of the fall! A cry of the wildest death-anguish Rang faint through the mist afar, And the riderless mule went homeward From the Fight of the Paso del Mar ! RIO SACRAMENTO.
Side 88 - I read as follows; and as the sentences fell from my lips I could see the relief come, I could see the drawn muscles relax, and the anxiety go out of the face, and rest and peace steal over the features like the merciful moonlight over a desolate landscape: The guano is a fine bird, but great care is necessary in rearing it. It should not be imported earlier than June or later than September. In the winter it should be kept in a warm place, where it can hatch out its young. It is evident that we...