Choice Readings for Public and Private Entertainments: And for the Use of Schools, Colleges, and Public Readers, with Elocutionary AdviceRobert McLean Cumnock A.C. McClurg and Company, 1898 - 602 sider |
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... thee ; Bend on me then , thy tender eyes , As stars look on the sea . For thoughts , like waves that glide by night , Are stillest when they shine ; Mine earthly love lies hushed in light Beneath the heaven of thine . There is an hour ...
... thee ; Bend on me then , thy tender eyes , As stars look on the sea . For thoughts , like waves that glide by night , Are stillest when they shine ; Mine earthly love lies hushed in light Beneath the heaven of thine . There is an hour ...
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... thee too sacred are For daylight's common beam ; I can but know thee as my star , My angel , and my dream ! When stars are in the silent skies , Then most I pine for thee ; Bend on me , then , thy tender eyes , As stars look on the sea ...
... thee too sacred are For daylight's common beam ; I can but know thee as my star , My angel , and my dream ! When stars are in the silent skies , Then most I pine for thee ; Bend on me , then , thy tender eyes , As stars look on the sea ...
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... thee in vain , Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; -upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed , nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage , save his own , When for a moment , like a drop of rain ...
... thee in vain , Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; -upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed , nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage , save his own , When for a moment , like a drop of rain ...
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... thee : thou goest forth , dread , fathomless , alone . Lord Byron . FROM THE BURIAL OF MOSES . O , lonely tomb in Moab's land , O , dark Beth - peor's hill , Speak to these curious hearts of ours , And teach them to be still . God hath ...
... thee : thou goest forth , dread , fathomless , alone . Lord Byron . FROM THE BURIAL OF MOSES . O , lonely tomb in Moab's land , O , dark Beth - peor's hill , Speak to these curious hearts of ours , And teach them to be still . God hath ...
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... thee , —are all with thee ! -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow . The Fourth Step is four minutes in oratorical speak- ing . As the chief aim in all this training for vocal energy has been to prepare students for the exacting demands of public ...
... thee , —are all with thee ! -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow . The Fourth Step is four minutes in oratorical speak- ing . As the chief aim in all this training for vocal energy has been to prepare students for the exacting demands of public ...
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Annabel Lee arms beautiful bells blow breath Bregenz Carcassonne Charles Dickens child Connor Craffud cried dark Dauvid dead dear deep Dombey Dombey and Son door EGER eyes face fair Faneuil Hall father fear hand head hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow honor hundred Imph-m Isam Ivanhoe King kiss Lady laugh light lips live look Lord lord of Ross Lord Tennyson ma'am married mother musical musical scale never night Nora o'er Pickwick pray rose round sail Sandalphon Sarah Ann Senator shout silent smile soul sound speak steed stood subtonic sweet tears tell thee there's thine thing thou thought tion tone tongue TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE turned Twas utterance vocal voice vowel wife Willie Waddel wind woman words young
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Side 274 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Side 572 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true...
Side 164 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Side 304 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Side 363 - Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, — All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made! Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred!
Side 568 - Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend! " I shrieked, upstarting' "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Side 567 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Side 271 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Side 426 - And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Side 279 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.