Dick's Recitations and Readings, Volumen13Dick & Fitzgerald, 1881 |
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... ? " an ' I answered quick , " No , Plato Johnson , you isn't God , fur shore . " “ Den , ” sez I , " dat bein ' de case , praps de Lord could have made dis yere world in six days ef you couldn't . BRUDDER PLATO JOHNSON'S SERMON . 19.
... ? " an ' I answered quick , " No , Plato Johnson , you isn't God , fur shore . " “ Den , ” sez I , " dat bein ' de case , praps de Lord could have made dis yere world in six days ef you couldn't . BRUDDER PLATO JOHNSON'S SERMON . 19.
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... Lord . Dey knows too orfle much . No libbin ' man has a right to know so much as dey knows , ' cos dat ' mount of larnin makes ' em feel dat wat dey can't do nobody can't . I woke up in de middle ob de nite , an ' under de light ob de ...
... Lord . Dey knows too orfle much . No libbin ' man has a right to know so much as dey knows , ' cos dat ' mount of larnin makes ' em feel dat wat dey can't do nobody can't . I woke up in de middle ob de nite , an ' under de light ob de ...
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... Lord , Like splendor from the Orient poured , A smile illumined all the board . Far flew the music's circling sound ; Then floated back , with soft rebound , To join , not mar , the converse round , - Sweet notes , that , melting ...
... Lord , Like splendor from the Orient poured , A smile illumined all the board . Far flew the music's circling sound ; Then floated back , with soft rebound , To join , not mar , the converse round , - Sweet notes , that , melting ...
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... Lord his discharge , Dan , has bought . BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE . Not a drum was heard , nor a funeral note , As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried ...
... Lord his discharge , Dan , has bought . BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE . Not a drum was heard , nor a funeral note , As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried ...
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... lord King John , whose restless eyes , Are for a moment closed in sleep , but e'er the night is o'er , His throne will be another's , and his place know him no more . The fight has gone against his arms upon the field to - day ...
... lord King John , whose restless eyes , Are for a moment closed in sleep , but e'er the night is o'er , His throne will be another's , and his place know him no more . The fight has gone against his arms upon the field to - day ...
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Página 86 - Gave a lustre of midday to objects below; When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Página 87 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Página 68 - Maud Muller, on a summer's day, Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health. Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. But, when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast — A wish that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known.
Página 171 - And peace went with them, one and all, And each calm pillow spread ; But Guilt was my grim chamberlain That lighted me to bed ; And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red...
Página 68 - A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known. The Judge rode slowly down the lane, Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane. He drew his bridle in the shade Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid, And ask a draught from the spring that flowed Through the meadow across the road.
Página 168 - God ! could I so close my mind, And clasp it with a clasp ! " Then leaping on his feet upright, Some moody turns he took ; Now up the mead, then down the mead, And past a shady nook. And lo, he saw a little boy. That pored upon a book ! " My gentle lad, what is't you read ? Romance, or fairy fable ? Or is it some historic page, Of kings, and crowns unstable ? " The young boy gave an upward glance : " It is
Página 168 - Leaf after leaf he turned it o'er, Nor ever glanced aside — For the peace of his soul he read that book In the golden eventide; Much study had made him very lean, And pale, and leaden-eyed.
Página 87 - The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
Página 68 - I'd dress my mother so grand and gay, And the baby should have...
Página 167 - Like troutlets in a pool. Away they sped with gamesome minds And souls untouched by sin; To a level mead they came, and there They drave the wickets in: Pleasantly shone the setting sun Over the town of Lynn. Like sportive deer they coursed about, And shouted as they ran, Turning to mirth all things of earth As only boyhood can; But the usher sat remote from all, A melancholy man!