The Elocutionist's Annual ...: Comprising New and Popular Readings, Recitations, Declamations, Dialogues, Tableaux, Etc., EtcJacob W. Shoemaker National School of Elocution and Oratory, 1881 |
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11. oldal
... fall ? No foe , no dangerous pass we heed , Brook no delay , but onward speed With loosened rein ; And when the fatal snare is near , We strive to check our mad career , But strive in vain . Could we new charms to age impart , And ...
... fall ? No foe , no dangerous pass we heed , Brook no delay , but onward speed With loosened rein ; And when the fatal snare is near , We strive to check our mad career , But strive in vain . Could we new charms to age impart , And ...
12. oldal
... fall As heavily the hand of Death , As when it stays the shepherd's breath Beside his stall ! • O World ! so few the years we live ! Would that the life which thou dost give Were life indeed ! Alas ! thy sorrows fall so fast , Our ...
... fall As heavily the hand of Death , As when it stays the shepherd's breath Beside his stall ! • O World ! so few the years we live ! Would that the life which thou dost give Were life indeed ! Alas ! thy sorrows fall so fast , Our ...
22. oldal
... fall , -as fall full well he may , For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray , — Press where ye see my white plume shine , amid 22 THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL .
... fall , -as fall full well he may , For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray , — Press where ye see my white plume shine , amid 22 THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL .
30. oldal
... fall on Monday , after we had formed the line ! - ' Welcome , my old sergeant , welcome ! Welcome by that countersign ! ' And he pointed to the scar there , under this old cloak of mine ! " As he grasped my hand , I shuddered , thinking ...
... fall on Monday , after we had formed the line ! - ' Welcome , my old sergeant , welcome ! Welcome by that countersign ! ' And he pointed to the scar there , under this old cloak of mine ! " As he grasped my hand , I shuddered , thinking ...
47. oldal
... fall , He gathered his strength once more for all , And , galloping down a hillside steep , Gained on the troopers at every leap ; No more the high - bred steed did reel , But ran his best for Jennie M'Neal . They were a furlong behind ...
... fall , He gathered his strength once more for all , And , galloping down a hillside steep , Gained on the troopers at every leap ; No more the high - bred steed did reel , But ran his best for Jennie M'Neal . They were a furlong behind ...
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apple-tree arms Ave Maria BATTLE OF IVRY beauty bless brave breath Capt Cheap Jack chee cheep child chronometer watch CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON cried dark dead dear death Doctor door Dukite earth EDWIN ATHERTON eyes face fall Father Phil feel feet fire gentleman George girl give glory gray horse hair hand hast head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre Hubert Jennie M'Neal lady laugh light live look Lord Mayenne mighty morning mother n shoutin Nathaniel Bowditch never Niagara Falls night noble o'er oratory Pickleson poor prayer round shout silent sing sleep smile snow song Sophy soul sound Spink stood sweet tears tell thee there's nae luck thine thing thou thought told turned voice wailin wife WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT woman words young
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107. oldal - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years — matron, and maid, And the sweet babe, and the gray-headed m'an, — Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those, who in their turn shall follow...
161. oldal - My native country, thee, land of the noble free, Thy name I love: I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills like that above.
43. oldal - They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere.
171. oldal - Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir tree, And instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle tree: And it shall be to the Lord for a name, For an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.
106. oldal - The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings...
86. oldal - No matter how coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
22. oldal - The king is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, in deafening shout,
170. oldal - Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat ; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price. Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread ? and your labour for that which satisfieth not? hearken diligently unto me, and eat ye that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness.
162. oldal - I go, and it is done : the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
84. oldal - Drips from her clothing ; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. — Touch her not scornfully ; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful : Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses...