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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... He comes , the children's Friend , " And walking in the valley , she sees a noble form ; The happy children leave their play and round about Him swarm . They clasp His hands , His garments , they cling 8 THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL .
... He comes , the children's Friend , " And walking in the valley , she sees a noble form ; The happy children leave their play and round about Him swarm . They clasp His hands , His garments , they cling 8 THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL .
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... play the harp - strings of some soul , Than to blow Fame's silver bugle , though through con- tinents it roll , Better be a useful fragment , than a damaged , useless whole . Better be behind the curtain , and to feel yourself a queen ...
... play the harp - strings of some soul , Than to blow Fame's silver bugle , though through con- tinents it roll , Better be a useful fragment , than a damaged , useless whole . Better be behind the curtain , and to feel yourself a queen ...
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... playing , till the bell above us swinging 1 Brought my dear task to an ending with the eventime of prayer . She was cruel in her beauty , as she bent her down above me , And a bright tear born of music fell and glistened on the keys ...
... playing , till the bell above us swinging 1 Brought my dear task to an ending with the eventime of prayer . She was cruel in her beauty , as she bent her down above me , And a bright tear born of music fell and glistened on the keys ...
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... play , as for the dead . And I cling unto my music for the solace man's unkindness Has denied me , since my comrades greet my story with a smile ; There are loves , they say , in plenty , 46 THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL .
... play , as for the dead . And I cling unto my music for the solace man's unkindness Has denied me , since my comrades greet my story with a smile ; There are loves , they say , in plenty , 46 THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL .
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... bright steel I'll slay him first , Because that is the way They do such things , I understand , In Boucicault's new play . " By this the anxious moon retired ( For all the 4 NUMBER FOURTEEN . 49 Ballad of the Wicked Nephew,
... bright steel I'll slay him first , Because that is the way They do such things , I understand , In Boucicault's new play . " By this the anxious moon retired ( For all the 4 NUMBER FOURTEEN . 49 Ballad of the Wicked Nephew,
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ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER ALICE CARY Balaam battle BATTLE OF MORGARTEN Bessie better Billy Beecher bleau bless blue boat ahoy brave bruther child Child Musician chillern Christmas corn Costello Cummiskey Daniel Gray dark dead dear Death Desaix Dialogue door dress Ed Hunter Elocutionist's Annual eyes face feel feet fire flowers friends girl glory golden hair hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope King kiss kneel Lady light lips long day wanes look lover Money Musk morn mother never night o'er Orlando Paper binding play pockets prayer Ride Rosalind rose Samantha Smith Santa Claus Land Scene Simmons sister smile soldier Song soul steed stood Story sweet Tableau tears tell thee thou thought turned Twas voice wedding widow wife wild William Goetz Winkle woman
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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...