The Reading Club and Handy Speaker: Being Selections in Prose and Poetry, Serious, Humorous, Pathetic, Patriotic, and Dramatic, for Readings and Recitations, Temas6-12Lee and Shepard, 1879 |
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... Thou art my life , my soul , " he cried : " There lives not on this world so wide , An angel without wings like thee " - And he was there , and so was she . And from her lips these accents fell : " My love for thee , words fail to tell ...
... Thou art my life , my soul , " he cried : " There lives not on this world so wide , An angel without wings like thee " - And he was there , and so was she . And from her lips these accents fell : " My love for thee , words fail to tell ...
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... thou here ? " in accents deep and tender Outspoke the messenger . " Dost thou not know That none may win the city's rest and splendor Who do not cut their palms in Jericho ? " Go back to earth , thou palmer empty - handed ! Go back to ...
... thou here ? " in accents deep and tender Outspoke the messenger . " Dost thou not know That none may win the city's rest and splendor Who do not cut their palms in Jericho ? " Go back to earth , thou palmer empty - handed ! Go back to ...
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... thou , and do likewise . The price of the book , paper cover , is twenty - five cents . The publisher promises that if he makes money enough to warrant it , upon the sale , he will send a donation to the Washington Monument . TEN YEARS ...
... thou , and do likewise . The price of the book , paper cover , is twenty - five cents . The publisher promises that if he makes money enough to warrant it , upon the sale , he will send a donation to the Washington Monument . TEN YEARS ...
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... Thou , O Lord , Be merciful to me , a fool ! " The room was hushed ; in silence rose The king ; and sought his garden cool , And walked apart , and murmured low : " Be merciful to me , a fool ! ” ATLANTIC . THE DEAD STUDENT . IT doesn't ...
... Thou , O Lord , Be merciful to me , a fool ! " The room was hushed ; in silence rose The king ; and sought his garden cool , And walked apart , and murmured low : " Be merciful to me , a fool ! ” ATLANTIC . THE DEAD STUDENT . IT doesn't ...
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... Thou hast sought nor priest nor shrine ; no sackcloth chafed Thy delicate flesh . The rosary and the death's - head Have not , with pious meditation , purged Earth from the carnal gaze . What thou hast not done , Brief told ; what done ...
... Thou hast sought nor priest nor shrine ; no sackcloth chafed Thy delicate flesh . The rosary and the death's - head Have not , with pious meditation , purged Earth from the carnal gaze . What thou hast not done , Brief told ; what done ...
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The Reading Club and Handy Speaker: Being Selections in Prose and Poetry ... George Melville Baker Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
The Reading Club and Handy Speaker: Being Selections in Prose and Poetry ... George Melville Baker Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
The Reading Club and Handy Speaker: Being Selections in Prose and Poetry ... George Melville Baker Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 44 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.
Página 68 - I have but one request to ask at my departure from this world — it is the charity of its silence! Let no man write my epitaph: for as no man who knows my motives dare now vindicate them, let not prejudice or ignorance asperse them.
Página 90 - Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face; To Grandeur with his wise grimace; To upstart Wealth's averted eye; To supple Office, low and high; To crowded halls, to court and street; To frozen hearts and hasting feet; To those who go, and those who come; Good-bye, proud world ! I'm going home.
Página 68 - You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before, And have grown most uncommonly fat ; Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door — Pray, what is the reason of that?"
Página 69 - In my youth,' said his father, 'I took to the law, And argued each case with my wife; And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw, Has lasted the rest of my life.' You are old,' said the youth, 'one would hardly suppose That your eye was as steady as ever; Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose — What made you so awfully clever?' 'I have answered three questions, and that is enough,' Said his father; 'don't give yourself airs!
Página 3 - Lodore, with its rush and its roar, As many a time they had seen it before. So I told them in rhyme, for of rhymes I had store ; And 'twas in my vocation for their recreation That so I should sing; because I was laureate to them and the king.
Página 11 - Pause not to dream of the future before us ; Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us : Hark how Creation's deep, musical chorus, Unintermitting, goes up into Heaven ! Never the ocean-wave falters in flowing ; Never the little seed stops in its growing ; More and more richly the rose-heart keeps glowing, Till from its nourishing stem it is riven. " Labor is Worship ! " the robin is singing ; " Labor is Worship !
Página 8 - The room was hushed ; in silence rose The King, and sought his gardens cool, And walked apart, and murmured low,
Página 66 - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take ; And this I ask for Jesus
Página 37 - His pinions drooped — he could hardly stand — His head was as bald as the palm of your hand ; His eye so dim, So wasted each limb, That, heedless of grammar, they all cried, "THAT'S HIM!— That's the scamp that has done this scandalous thing ! That's the thief that has got my Lord Cardinal's Ring...