Iliff's Select Readings for Public and Private Entertainment: Containing Choice Selections of the Most Pathetic, Gay, Humorous ... Accompanied by Explanatory Notes Together with Appropriate Elocutionary Instructions ...John W. Iliff, 1893 - 519 páginas |
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... gone ; the solemn brood of care Plod on ; and each one , as before , will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their enjoyments , and shall come And make their bed with thee . As the long train Of ages ...
... gone ; the solemn brood of care Plod on ; and each one , as before , will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their enjoyments , and shall come And make their bed with thee . As the long train Of ages ...
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... we heard in the days gone before . When the wind down the river is fair . O remembered for ave , be the blessed Isle , All the day of our life until night ; When the evening comes with its beautiful smile , And SELECT READINGS . 55.
... we heard in the days gone before . When the wind down the river is fair . O remembered for ave , be the blessed Isle , All the day of our life until night ; When the evening comes with its beautiful smile , And SELECT READINGS . 55.
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... the Faithless bedpost it broke ; I screamed out aloud in my anguish , And suddenly , - well , I awoke ! He was gone , but I cannot forget him , That fearful geography sprite , He has my first thought in the morning , He SELECT READINGS .
... the Faithless bedpost it broke ; I screamed out aloud in my anguish , And suddenly , - well , I awoke ! He was gone , but I cannot forget him , That fearful geography sprite , He has my first thought in the morning , He SELECT READINGS .
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... , seemeth to me To give forth no voice but the moan of the sea . " Two others have gone toward the setting sun , And made them a home in its light , And fairy fingers have taken their share To mend by SELECT READINGS . 59.
... , seemeth to me To give forth no voice but the moan of the sea . " Two others have gone toward the setting sun , And made them a home in its light , And fairy fingers have taken their share To mend by SELECT READINGS . 59.
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... gone ; For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed , Her marble wrought , her music breathed . For thee she rings the birthday bells ; Of thee her babe's first lisping tells ; For thine her evening prayer is said At palace couch and cottage ...
... gone ; For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed , Her marble wrought , her music breathed . For thee she rings the birthday bells ; Of thee her babe's first lisping tells ; For thine her evening prayer is said At palace couch and cottage ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee Anonymous Bardell battle beautiful bells blood brave breast breath Bret Harte brow called CHARLES MACKAY Charles Sumner cheek child Cleon Daniel Webster dark dead dear death don'd dream Duluth earth elocution eyes face father fear feel Felicia Hemans fire forever glory gone grave gray hair hand head hear heard heart heaven hill honor Irwin Russell John kiss land laugh light lips live look mother never night Number o'er patriotism Pickwick Piegans poor prayer Proctor Knott river Robert Young Hayne rose round SHAMUS Shump smile song sorrow soul sound South Carolina speak spirit stand stood storm style sweet tears tell thee there's thing thou thought to-day tone Twas voice wave wife wild wind word young
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Página 405 - Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone ; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.
Página 52 - The hills, Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Página 483 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Página 403 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Página 452 - How it went to pieces all at once,— All at once, and nothing first,— Just as bubbles do when they burst.
Página 405 - In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free — if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending — if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must...
Página 476 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 323 - In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Página 241 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 150 - 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! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!