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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... duty calls ; And though Count Eberhard sweeps on , with knights both tried and true , Ere Valure's spoil will own his sway , his men have much to do . Not in the city's narrow ways will they his battle 2 THE READING - CLUB .
... duty calls ; And though Count Eberhard sweeps on , with knights both tried and true , Ere Valure's spoil will own his sway , his men have much to do . Not in the city's narrow ways will they his battle 2 THE READING - CLUB .
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... of sun : Your blades are sharp , your lances true , then speed them on their way . Remember that we fight for home , and ours will be the day . " Swiftly and sure the horses speed , the lances smite THE READING - CLUB .
... of sun : Your blades are sharp , your lances true , then speed them on their way . Remember that we fight for home , and ours will be the day . " Swiftly and sure the horses speed , the lances smite THE READING - CLUB .
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... true : We'll not believe it , though ' tis told by you . " " Ah ! but it is , " the parson quick replied : - " In what I stated you may well confide . Many , I said , sir , and the story's good , Indeed , I think that many of them would ...
... true : We'll not believe it , though ' tis told by you . " " Ah ! but it is , " the parson quick replied : - " In what I stated you may well confide . Many , I said , sir , and the story's good , Indeed , I think that many of them would ...
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... True art is to reproduce nature ; and nature's first , best gifts , a father and a mother's love , have been denied me . I will refuse the part at once . ( Sits at table . ) Poor Mr. Fletcher ! I have a little regard for him , after all ...
... True art is to reproduce nature ; and nature's first , best gifts , a father and a mother's love , have been denied me . I will refuse the part at once . ( Sits at table . ) Poor Mr. Fletcher ! I have a little regard for him , after all ...
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... true though . That day when he found me almost fainting near the stage door of the theatre — What were you doing there ? CON . HOL . I was waiting . CON . Waiting for what ? HOL . ( quickly ) . Nothing . I expected nothing . I came here ...
... true though . That day when he found me almost fainting near the stage door of the theatre — What were you doing there ? CON . HOL . I was waiting . CON . Waiting for what ? HOL . ( quickly ) . Nothing . I expected nothing . I came here ...
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The Reading Club and Handy Speaker: Being Selections in Prose and Poetry ... George Melville Baker Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
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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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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...