Shoemaker's Best Selections for Readings and Recitations, Issue 8Penn Publishing Company, 1914 |
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... her grief and wipe away her tears When the joy - bells ring for victory and the air is rent with cheers : When old Scotland ' mid her mourning for the wounded and the dead , With calm and grand , yet tearful eyes , in 12 BEST SELECTIONS.
... her grief and wipe away her tears When the joy - bells ring for victory and the air is rent with cheers : When old Scotland ' mid her mourning for the wounded and the dead , With calm and grand , yet tearful eyes , in 12 BEST SELECTIONS.
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With calm and grand , yet tearful eyes , in pride up- lifts her head , That the Lion in her son's red blood , yet swift to battle leapt , That thro ' the long and peaceful years , he was not dead but slept- That still above her bannered ...
With calm and grand , yet tearful eyes , in pride up- lifts her head , That the Lion in her son's red blood , yet swift to battle leapt , That thro ' the long and peaceful years , he was not dead but slept- That still above her bannered ...
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Her eyes they shone with willful mirth , and like a golden flood Her sunny hair rolled downward from her little scar- let hood . I once was out a - fishing , and though sturdy at the oar , My arms were growing weaker , and I was far ...
Her eyes they shone with willful mirth , and like a golden flood Her sunny hair rolled downward from her little scar- let hood . I once was out a - fishing , and though sturdy at the oar , My arms were growing weaker , and I was far ...
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... eyes ; but , as he was looking out of the window , she said nothing further . Ten or fifteen minutes passed : and , growing restless , he called out to a man across the aisle : " What's the sile around here ? " " Philetus ! Philetus H ...
... eyes ; but , as he was looking out of the window , she said nothing further . Ten or fifteen minutes passed : and , growing restless , he called out to a man across the aisle : " What's the sile around here ? " " Philetus ! Philetus H ...
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... eyes of flame And looked on that fated crew ; His chilling breath was cold as death , And it pierced their warm hearts thro ' ; A heavy sleep that was dark and deep , Came over their weary eyes , And they dreamed strange dreams , Of the ...
... eyes of flame And looked on that fated crew ; His chilling breath was cold as death , And it pierced their warm hearts thro ' ; A heavy sleep that was dark and deep , Came over their weary eyes , And they dreamed strange dreams , Of the ...
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Page 193 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy : You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well...
Page 155 - In speech - (which I have not) - to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say, 'Just this Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, Or there exceed the mark...
Page 154 - Fra Pandolf' by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you, but I...
Page 87 - Ah, gentlemen ! that was a dreadful mistake. Such a secret can be safe nowhere. The whole creation of God has neither nook nor corner where the guilty can bestow it, and say it is safe.
Page 88 - He thinks the whole world sees it in his face, reads it in his eyes, and almost hears its workings in the very silence of his thoughts. It has become his master. It betrays his discretion, it breaks down his courage, it conquers his prudence. When suspicions from without begin to embarrass him, and the net of circumstances to entangle him, the fatal secret struggles with still greater violence to burst forth.
Page 3 - These clumsy feet still in the mire, Go crushing blossoms without end; These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust Among the heartstrings of a friend. "The ill-timed truth we might have kept — Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung? The word we had not sense to say — Who knows how grandly it had rung...
Page 84 - WHEN Britain first, at heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : ' Rule, Britannia, rule the waves ; Britons never will be slaves.
Page 116 - The graces taught in the schools, the costly ornaments and studied contrivances of speech, shock and disgust men, when their own lives, and the fate of their wives, their children, and their country, hang on the decision of the hour. Then, words have lost their power, rhetoric is vain, and all elaborate oratory contemptible.
Page 28 - My blessin' and my pride ; There's nothing left to care for now, Since my poor Mary died. Yours was the good brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone ; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow — I bless you, Mary, for that same, Though you cannot hear me now. ' I thank you for the patient smile When your heart was fit to break, When the hunger-pain was gnawin...
Page 192 - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps he mused, " My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall...