Favorite Speaker: Recitations and Select Readings for Public and Private EntertainmentsThompson & Thomas, 1944 - 519 páginas |
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... eyes . Wc saw the very faces of the Jews — the staring , frightful distortions of malice and rage . We saw the buffet , -my soul kindled with a flame of indignation , and my hands were involuntarily and convulsively clenched . But when ...
... eyes . Wc saw the very faces of the Jews — the staring , frightful distortions of malice and rage . We saw the buffet , -my soul kindled with a flame of indignation , and my hands were involuntarily and convulsively clenched . But when ...
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... eyes again . Back , fiery eyes , to hell , whence ye belong ! I'll drink ye down - what ! blood ? Drink blood ? Help , help ! they come , a hideous , devilish throng , Back , get back ! They'll toss me in the flood ! Long , crooked ...
... eyes again . Back , fiery eyes , to hell , whence ye belong ! I'll drink ye down - what ! blood ? Drink blood ? Help , help ! they come , a hideous , devilish throng , Back , get back ! They'll toss me in the flood ! Long , crooked ...
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... eyes have looked on the woodlands around me ! Ah ! how often beneath this oak , returning from labor , Thou hast lain down to rest , and to dream of me in thy slumbers . When shall these eyes behold , these arms be folded about thee ...
... eyes have looked on the woodlands around me ! Ah ! how often beneath this oak , returning from labor , Thou hast lain down to rest , and to dream of me in thy slumbers . When shall these eyes behold , these arms be folded about thee ...
Contenido
The Bells of Shandon | xvii |
American Laborers | xviii |
Patriotism | xix |
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Términos y frases comunes
beautiful bells better blood breath called child close cold comes dark dead dear death deep earth expression eyes face fall father fear feel feet fire gave give glory gone grave hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hill honor hope hour human John land leave light lips live look master mean meet mind morning mother nature never night o'er once passed poor rest rise river rose round seemed side smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand stood style sweet tears tell thee there's thing thou thought tone true turned Twas voice wait waters wave wife wild wind young