The Elocutionist's Annual ...: Comprising New and Popular Readings, Recitations, Declamations, Dialogues, Tableaux, Etc., Etc, Ausgabe 1National School of Elocution and Oratory, 1889 |
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... poor , Ring in redress to all mankind . Ring out a slowly dying cause , And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life , And sweeter manners , purer laws . Ring out false pride in place and blood , The civic ...
... poor , Ring in redress to all mankind . Ring out a slowly dying cause , And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life , And sweeter manners , purer laws . Ring out false pride in place and blood , The civic ...
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... poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all ! Yes , we're boys , always playing with tongue or with pen ; And I sometimes have asked , shall we ever be men ? Shall we always be youthful , and laughing , and gay , Till the last dear ...
... poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all ! Yes , we're boys , always playing with tongue or with pen ; And I sometimes have asked , shall we ever be men ? Shall we always be youthful , and laughing , and gay , Till the last dear ...
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... poor Sam , She sot down by his coffin there , with her face so white an ' calm , An ' the neighbor's thet cum a pourin ' in to see our soldier dead , Went out with a hush on their tremblin ' lips , an ' the words in ther hearts unsaid ...
... poor Sam , She sot down by his coffin there , with her face so white an ' calm , An ' the neighbor's thet cum a pourin ' in to see our soldier dead , Went out with a hush on their tremblin ' lips , an ' the words in ther hearts unsaid ...
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... poor . Long ago , I remember , when thirsty and tiring , The harvesters came to the old maple shade , How they quaffed the pure water , so cool and inspiring , That gushed from the fountain that Nature had made . And I think of the ...
... poor . Long ago , I remember , when thirsty and tiring , The harvesters came to the old maple shade , How they quaffed the pure water , so cool and inspiring , That gushed from the fountain that Nature had made . And I think of the ...
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... used to walk So often down the lane , And all that tore their locks of black , Or wet their eyes of blue : Pray , tell me , sweetest Katydid , What did poor Katy do ? Ah , no ! the living oak shall crash , 38 THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL .
... used to walk So often down the lane , And all that tore their locks of black , Or wet their eyes of blue : Pray , tell me , sweetest Katydid , What did poor Katy do ? Ah , no ! the living oak shall crash , 38 THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL .
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anoder Auld Lang Syne beautiful bell Betsy birds blow blue caroling songs cat-tails cats Charco CHARLES DICKENS cheek child Christmas Cling cold dark dead dear Death Dialogue Dick Gray Dora eyes father flowers folks GEORGE BANCROFT Good-night grave hand Hark ye head hear heart Heaven hill hould isle Jean Jean Anderson jintleman Jist tell Johnny Sands judgment day Katie Lee Katydid King kiss Lincoln look Lord mamma Mary Miss Mills mother mule never night o'er Orator Puff Palmerston papa Paper binding Paul poor prayer Ring river rock rose Saint Ambrose Santa Claus Land Scrooge sing sleep Song soul sweet Tableau tears thee there's thet thing thou thought to-night Tony Lee tree Twas voice Waiting the judgment wild Willie Gray wind word young
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Seite 148 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Seite 10 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now, this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve, the censure of which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
Seite 149 - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Seite 96 - 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...
Seite 100 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Seite 139 - BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver Asleep are the ranks of the dead; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; — Under the one, the Blue; Under the other, the Gray.
Seite 156 - Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away.
Seite 148 - 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. Let them and me rest in obscurity and peace, and my tomb remain uninscribed, and my memory in oblivion, until other times and other men can do justice to my character. When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph...
Seite 105 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Seite 64 - She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life; not one who had lived and suffered death.