Werner's Readings and Recitations: All-round selections (c1903)E.S. Werner, 1890 |
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Side 6
... waiting for us , and the master is waiting ! ( 60 ) ' Tis done ! ' tis done ! Ha , ha ! ( 61 ) We have overthrown the proud . The hand that smote us is in the dust ! ( 62 ) Ours the glory ! steady ! ( 63 ) The work is done - soho ! Rest ...
... waiting for us , and the master is waiting ! ( 60 ) ' Tis done ! ' tis done ! Ha , ha ! ( 61 ) We have overthrown the proud . The hand that smote us is in the dust ! ( 62 ) Ours the glory ! steady ! ( 63 ) The work is done - soho ! Rest ...
Side 15
... waited an ' watched fer a month or more , an ' the summer was nearly past , When a letter came one day that said he'd started fer home at last . I'll never fergit the day Bill came - ' twas harvest - time again— An ' the air blown over ...
... waited an ' watched fer a month or more , an ' the summer was nearly past , When a letter came one day that said he'd started fer home at last . I'll never fergit the day Bill came - ' twas harvest - time again— An ' the air blown over ...
Side 17
... wait deir fer ' im . An ' ain ' nobody gwine ter tech dat dead till he come . Atter while Noray git tired er waitin ' an ' he tek Sist ' Dove ter de winder an ' he sez : " Sist ' Dove , g ' ' long out er hyah an ' fine dat lan ' . " An ...
... wait deir fer ' im . An ' ain ' nobody gwine ter tech dat dead till he come . Atter while Noray git tired er waitin ' an ' he tek Sist ' Dove ter de winder an ' he sez : " Sist ' Dove , g ' ' long out er hyah an ' fine dat lan ' . " An ...
Side 28
... waits her sailor - boy's returning , His fair young brow to - day she hopes to bless ; But sees the red sun on the hill - tops burning , The flying cloud , the wild , cold gloominess Of Bay Chaleur . She hears low murmurs in the sandy ...
... waits her sailor - boy's returning , His fair young brow to - day she hopes to bless ; But sees the red sun on the hill - tops burning , The flying cloud , the wild , cold gloominess Of Bay Chaleur . She hears low murmurs in the sandy ...
Side 43
... waiting part , And went right thro ' the battle - scene with all his wondrous art . The people thought it all arranged , and yelled in wild delight ; For never actor played a part as he played his that night . Yet , tho ' the words and ...
... waiting part , And went right thro ' the battle - scene with all his wondrous art . The people thought it all arranged , and yelled in wild delight ; For never actor played a part as he played his that night . Yet , tho ' the words and ...
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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...