The Elocutionist's Annual ...: Comprising New and Popular Readings, Recitations, Declamations, Dialogues, Tableaux, Etc., Etc, Tema 14National School of Elocution and Oratory, 1889 |
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... girl . She was a pretty good little girl , and minded her papa ' n ' mamma everything they said , only sometimes she didn't , and then she was naughty ; but she was always sorry , and said she wouldn't do so any more , and her mamma'd ...
... girl . She was a pretty good little girl , and minded her papa ' n ' mamma everything they said , only sometimes she didn't , and then she was naughty ; but she was always sorry , and said she wouldn't do so any more , and her mamma'd ...
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... girl felt dreadfully ! How'd you feel , s'pose it had been you , kitty - cat ? She ' menced to cry , the little girl did , and she kept going harder ' n ' harder , till by'mby she screeched orfly , and her mamma came running to see what ...
... girl felt dreadfully ! How'd you feel , s'pose it had been you , kitty - cat ? She ' menced to cry , the little girl did , and she kept going harder ' n ' harder , till by'mby she screeched orfly , and her mamma came running to see what ...
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... girl did was to make some teenty mites of cookies , ' cause her mamma let her ; and if you'll come right down stairs , kitty - cat , I'll give you one . ' Cause I was that little girl , kitty - cat , all the time . A. C. H. S. THE NIGHT ...
... girl did was to make some teenty mites of cookies , ' cause her mamma let her ; and if you'll come right down stairs , kitty - cat , I'll give you one . ' Cause I was that little girl , kitty - cat , all the time . A. C. H. S. THE NIGHT ...
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... room already taken , I pressed forward , looking to the right and to the left for a vacancy . On very front row of seats I found one . the Here a little girl moved along to make room for 66 THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL .
... room already taken , I pressed forward , looking to the right and to the left for a vacancy . On very front row of seats I found one . the Here a little girl moved along to make room for 66 THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL .
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... girl moved along to make room for me , looking into my face with large gray eyes , whose bright- ness was softened by very long lashes . Her face was open and fresh as a newly blown rose before sunrise . Again and again I found my eyes ...
... girl moved along to make room for me , looking into my face with large gray eyes , whose bright- ness was softened by very long lashes . Her face was open and fresh as a newly blown rose before sunrise . Again and again I found my eyes ...
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Página 156 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 185 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, Aud see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides . and tho...
Página 184 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Página 35 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Página 157 - Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God wills it ; No matter how barren the past may have been, 'Tie enough for us now that the leaves are green ; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell ; We may shut our eyes but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
Página 140 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly as the precept were her own: And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Página 34 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate.
Página 36 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Página 139 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, 'Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Página 183 - IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole* Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me...