The Reading Club and Handy Speaker: Being Selections in Prose and Poetry, Serious, Humorous, Pathetic, Patriotic, and Dramatic, for Readings and Recitations, Ausgaben 6-12Lee and Shepard, 1879 |
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... yees are ? Where's Mrs. Delaine's shawl ? I see it . ( Goes towards window R ) KATY . If yees plase , Miss Dora , might I be after trou bling yees ? DORA ( comes down ) . Certainly , Katy . trouble ? KATY . If yees plase , I have a ...
... yees are ? Where's Mrs. Delaine's shawl ? I see it . ( Goes towards window R ) KATY . If yees plase , Miss Dora , might I be after trou bling yees ? DORA ( comes down ) . Certainly , Katy . trouble ? KATY . If yees plase , I have a ...
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... yees plase , Miss Dora . ( Hands letter . ) DORA ( opening letter ) . I shall learn all your secrets , Katy . Perhaps the young man would not like that . KATY . Thin yees moight shkip the sacrets . DORA ( laughs ) . All right , Katy ...
... yees plase , Miss Dora . ( Hands letter . ) DORA ( opening letter ) . I shall learn all your secrets , Katy . Perhaps the young man would not like that . KATY . Thin yees moight shkip the sacrets . DORA ( laughs ) . All right , Katy ...
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... yees finger , which same yees will find in me nixt lether . " That's all , Katy . ( Hands back letter . ) KATY . It's jist illigant . I'm obleeged to yees . DORA ( takes shawl from chair ) . Quite welcome , Katy . When you get ready to ...
... yees finger , which same yees will find in me nixt lether . " That's all , Katy . ( Hands back letter . ) KATY . It's jist illigant . I'm obleeged to yees . DORA ( takes shawl from chair ) . Quite welcome , Katy . When you get ready to ...
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... yees are ! Me Patsy wouldn't go home wid the girls at all , at all . GYP . See fur yerself , see fur yerself ! KATY ( Snatching letter ) . So I will . It's false and desate- ful yees are , for Miss Dora rid the lether , an ' — an ' — it ...
... yees are ! Me Patsy wouldn't go home wid the girls at all , at all . GYP . See fur yerself , see fur yerself ! KATY ( Snatching letter ) . So I will . It's false and desate- ful yees are , for Miss Dora rid the lether , an ' — an ' — it ...
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... yees , whin yees can't rade ! an ' it's the blissid troth I'm tillin ' , - - invintin ' a bit uv blarney to make trou ble betwane a poor girl an ' her Patsy . Away wid yees ! [ Exit door R. GYP . Well , I guess she fooled me dat time ...
... yees , whin yees can't rade ! an ' it's the blissid troth I'm tillin ' , - - invintin ' a bit uv blarney to make trou ble betwane a poor girl an ' her Patsy . Away wid yees ! [ Exit door R. GYP . Well , I guess she fooled me dat time ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ain't alkeholl arms Ave Maria beautiful bell bless brave breath brother Brown called Carcassonne carromed cheek child colonel cried dark dead dear death door DORA dream eyes face fair father feet feller fire Gelert girl gone gray hair hand head hear heard heart Heathen Chinee heaven heerd IRWIN RUSSELL Jackdaw KATY kiss Lady Lanty laugh lips live look Lord morning mother neath never nigger night o'er Old Mother Hubbard papa Phoebe Cary Pier poor Rich rose round saar shout shump side Silver Stars sleep smile soul stand stood story sure sweet tell thee There's thing thou thought to-day told Tom Potter turned twas Tyrrel voice walk wife woman word yees young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?"
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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 !
Seite 8 - The room was hushed ; in silence rose The King, and sought his gardens cool, And walked apart, and murmured low,
Seite 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
Seite 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...