The Step-ladder: A Collection of Prose and Poetry Designed for Use in Children's Classes in Elocution and for Supplementary Reading in Public and Private SchoolsA.S. Barnes, 1893 - 162 Seiten This work intends to instruct teachers and students on readng aloud using Dr. Charles Wesley Emerson's system. This system treats reading aloud through the lenses of Life, Love, Purpose, and Thought. |
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... head , and gave a most appropriate " Moo ! " Tom- my rode gallantly at her , and Toby , recognizing an old friend , was quite willing to approach ; but when the lance came down on her back , with a loud whack , both cow and donkey were ...
... head , and gave a most appropriate " Moo ! " Tom- my rode gallantly at her , and Toby , recognizing an old friend , was quite willing to approach ; but when the lance came down on her back , with a loud whack , both cow and donkey were ...
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... head her off ! run , boys , run ! " shouted Dan , tearing after her at his best speed , for she was Mr. Bhaer's pet Alderney , and if anything happened to her , Dan feared it would be all over with him . Such a running and racing and ...
... head her off ! run , boys , run ! " shouted Dan , tearing after her at his best speed , for she was Mr. Bhaer's pet Alderney , and if anything happened to her , Dan feared it would be all over with him . Such a running and racing and ...
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... giants into windmills on purpose to deprive me of the glory of vanquishing * Briar'eus , or Æge'on , a giant with fifty heads and a hundred hands . them , but his wicked arts will avail little against 30 THE STEP - LADDER .
... giants into windmills on purpose to deprive me of the glory of vanquishing * Briar'eus , or Æge'on , a giant with fifty heads and a hundred hands . them , but his wicked arts will avail little against 30 THE STEP - LADDER .
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... head , " get me little hot water ? " How could I refuse ? I ran , and soon brought a kettleful . " How old are you , and what's your name ? " continued he , without waiting for a reply ; " I am sure you are one of the finest lads that ...
... head , " get me little hot water ? " How could I refuse ? I ran , and soon brought a kettleful . " How old are you , and what's your name ? " continued he , without waiting for a reply ; " I am sure you are one of the finest lads that ...
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... head needeth a circlet rarer , Philip , my King— 4. A wreath , not of gold , but palm . One day , Philip , my King ! Thou too must tread , as we tread , a way Thorny , and bitter , and cold , and gray . Rebels within thee and foes ...
... head needeth a circlet rarer , Philip , my King— 4. A wreath , not of gold , but palm . One day , Philip , my King ! Thou too must tread , as we tread , a way Thorny , and bitter , and cold , and gray . Rebels within thee and foes ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
a-begging ages of loneliness Alexander Smart arms babies baker's wife beautiful began bird blackbird Brave hearts brother brown brown thrush Charles Kingsley child Cratchit crickets cried cuddle Dear fatherland defend the Rhine doll English eyes face fairy fast father fly away home folded palms four crickets golden hair hand happy heard hearts and true heaven hill horse King KING LEAR kissed lady-bird Lars Porsena laugh let peace light Little Bell little fellow looked loud Maggie merry morning mother never night nightingale Norman peace be thine Philip piped poor little quoth river Dee rocks round Sancho Panza sang seemed shout silent sings soldier song squirrel star-spangled banner stood sweet sword thee things thou thought Toby took tree true defend unto voice whispered wild William Wordsworth wind
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Seite 39 - Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?" Then out spake Spurius Lartius ; A Ramnian proud was he: "Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee.
Seite 44 - And he was angry, and would not go in : therefore came his father out, and entreated him. And he answering said to his father, Lo, these many years do I serve thee, neither transgressed I at any time thy commandment : and yet thou never gavest me a kid, that I might make merry with my friends : but as soon as this thy son was come, which hath devoured thy living with harlots, thou hast killed for him the fatted calf.
Seite 44 - And he said unto him, Thy brother is come ; and thy father hath killed the fatted calf, because he hath received him safe and sound.
Seite 106 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Seite 89 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!
Seite 86 - ... sacrifice — what does he find when, having followed the battlestained cross against overwhelming odds, dreading death not half so much as surrender, he reaches the home he left so prosperous and beautiful? He finds his house in ruins, his farm devastated, his slaves free, his stock killed, his barns empty, his trade destroyed, his money worthless, his social system, feudal in its magnificence, swept away; his people without law or legal status; his comrades slain, and the burdens of others...
Seite 103 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream: Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Seite 98 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending...
Seite 43 - And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat: and no man gave unto him. But when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger!
Seite 89 - I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing: My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow!