Select Readings for Public and Private Entertainment: Containing Choice Selections of the Most Pathetic, Gay, Humorous, Heroic, Sublime, and Patriotic Speeches and Poems, Accompanied by Explanatory Notes, Together with Appropriate Elocutionary Instructions ...G.A. Gaskell, 1885 - 320 pages |
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Page 39
... grave salute : " And who are you ? " at length the Sergeant said . " And where's your home ? " he growled again . She lisped out , " Who is me ? Why , don't you know ? I'm little Jane , the Pride of Battery ' B , ' My hone ? Why , that ...
... grave salute : " And who are you ? " at length the Sergeant said . " And where's your home ? " he growled again . She lisped out , " Who is me ? Why , don't you know ? I'm little Jane , the Pride of Battery ' B , ' My hone ? Why , that ...
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... graves of the Confederate and of the National soldiers . - This should be read in a natural voice , effusive utterance and low key . ] By the flow of the inland river , Whence the fleets of iron have fled , Where the blades of the grave ...
... graves of the Confederate and of the National soldiers . - This should be read in a natural voice , effusive utterance and low key . ] By the flow of the inland river , Whence the fleets of iron have fled , Where the blades of the grave ...
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... graves of our dead , - Under the sod and the dew , Waiting the judgment day ; Love and tears for the Blue , Tears and love for the Gray . F. M. FINCH . THE STUTTERING LASS . When deeply in love with Miss Emily Pryne , I vowed , if the ...
... graves of our dead , - Under the sod and the dew , Waiting the judgment day ; Love and tears for the Blue , Tears and love for the Gray . F. M. FINCH . THE STUTTERING LASS . When deeply in love with Miss Emily Pryne , I vowed , if the ...
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... grave . The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade , Be scattered around , and together be laid ; And the young and the old , and the low and the high , Shall molder to dust and together shall lie . The infant a mother attended and ...
... grave . The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade , Be scattered around , and together be laid ; And the young and the old , and the low and the high , Shall molder to dust and together shall lie . The infant a mother attended and ...
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... grave . The peasant , whose lot was to sow and to reap ; The herdsman , who climbed with his goats up the steep ; The beggar , who wandered in search of his bread , Have faded away like the grass that we tread . The saint who enjoyed ...
... grave . The peasant , whose lot was to sow and to reap ; The herdsman , who climbed with his goats up the steep ; The beggar , who wandered in search of his bread , Have faded away like the grass that we tread . The saint who enjoyed ...
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Page 300 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many: I have fully glutted my vengeance: for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Page 168 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Page 140 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 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 wanton'd 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.
Page 92 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Page 50 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 62 - Strike -till the last armed foe expires ; Strike — for your altars and your fires ; Strike — for the green graves of your sires ; God — and your native land...
Page 62 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, "To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!
Page 167 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Page 264 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.