Recent Gems of Poetry for Public Readings and RecitationsE.R. Andrews, Printer and bookbinder, 1881 - 214 pages |
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... lord it o'er me . u'd like to vote ? he answered slow , Why treasure of my treasures at can you or what should you know Of public men or measures ? course you have ability , Of nothing am I surer ; u're quite as nice , perhaps , as I ...
... lord it o'er me . u'd like to vote ? he answered slow , Why treasure of my treasures at can you or what should you know Of public men or measures ? course you have ability , Of nothing am I surer ; u're quite as nice , perhaps , as I ...
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... Lord's : That out of his hands of mercy Not the least of us can fall ; But we have ten thousand blessings , And I cannot name them all ! Oh , see them yourself , good madam- I will come and show you the way- After the morrow , the ...
... Lord's : That out of his hands of mercy Not the least of us can fall ; But we have ten thousand blessings , And I cannot name them all ! Oh , see them yourself , good madam- I will come and show you the way- After the morrow , the ...
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... Lord of the harvest o make her meek and mild , as faithful in Thanksgiving s the chopper's little child . By ALICE CARY . AFTER THE BATTLE . Gri Sin Ho Did Bef WE Tha The You You No The Dos An Ha Pile ΤΟΙ Her We Is t Το To " H aside ...
... Lord of the harvest o make her meek and mild , as faithful in Thanksgiving s the chopper's little child . By ALICE CARY . AFTER THE BATTLE . Gri Sin Ho Did Bef WE Tha The You You No The Dos An Ha Pile ΤΟΙ Her We Is t Το To " H aside ...
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... lord of the situation . Why , who comes here ? " quoth the laughing god , " Tis I , " growled the Saint , with passion : " " Tis Santa Claus , Christmas ' long - crowned king , Tho ' now it seems out of fashion . Begone , young sir : We ...
... lord of the situation . Why , who comes here ? " quoth the laughing god , " Tis I , " growled the Saint , with passion : " " Tis Santa Claus , Christmas ' long - crowned king , Tho ' now it seems out of fashion . Begone , young sir : We ...
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... Lord , That he come back alive , and with fish in his net , The church shall have them for her award , And we of our thankfulness will set A day for fasting and scourge and pain . Hark ! hark , to the crazy winds again ! The tide is ...
... Lord , That he come back alive , and with fish in his net , The church shall have them for her award , And we of our thankfulness will set A day for fasting and scourge and pain . Hark ! hark , to the crazy winds again ! The tide is ...
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Recent Gems of Poetry: For Public Readings and Recitations (Classic Reprint) Mrs. C. D. Field No preview available - 2018 |
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Page 7 - LEADER. JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags — were they purple, his heart had...
Page 99 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, — Nor coined my cheek to smiles, — nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them...
Page 7 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been proud ! We that had loved him so, followed him...
Page 74 - He is but a boy, Unused to fearful scenes ; But, young as he is, he has learned to know The dreadful thing that means. A leak in the dike! The stoutest heart Grows faint that cry to hear, And the bravest man in all the land Turns white with mortal fear. For he knows the smallest leak may grow To a flood in a single night ; And he knows the strength of the cruel sea When loosed in its angry might. And the boy ! He has seen the danger, And, shouting a wild alarm. He forces back the weight of the sea...
Page 124 - If we could push ajar the gates of life, And stand within and all God's working see, We could interpret all this doubt and strife, And for each mystery could find a key!
Page 124 - God's plans like lilies pure and white unfold; . We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart, — Time will reveal the calyxes of gold.
Page 74 - Crying and moaning till the stars Come out for company; He thinks of his brother and sister, Asleep in their safe warm bed; He thinks of his father and mother, Of himself as dying — and dead ; And of how, when the night is over, They must come and find him at last; But he never thinks he can leave the place Where duty holds him fast.
Page 74 - When loosed in its angry might. And the boy! He has seen the danger, And, shouting a wild alarm, He forces back the weight of the sea With the strength of his single arm! He listens for the joyful sound Of a footstep passing nigh; And lays his ear to the ground to catcli The answer to his cry.
Page 77 - Till the fire is out in the chamber there And the little bare feet are cold. Then out of the gathering winter chill, All out of the bitter St. Agnes weather...
Page 73 - An hour above the sea. He was stopping now to gather flowers, Now listening to the sound, As the angry waters dashed themselves Against their narrow bound.