Shoemaker's Best Selections for Readings and Recitations, Issue 8Penn Publishing Company, 1914 |
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... o'er bygone things to brood , But , sure , it was the strangest tale , this tale of Hilda's hood . For Hilda was a merry maid , and wild as wild could be , Among the parish maidens was none so fair as she ; Her eyes they shone with ...
... o'er bygone things to brood , But , sure , it was the strangest tale , this tale of Hilda's hood . For Hilda was a merry maid , and wild as wild could be , Among the parish maidens was none so fair as she ; Her eyes they shone with ...
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... o'er the beach , And cursed that foolish heart of mine for choking up my speech , I spied , half wrapped in shadow at the margin of the wood , The wavy mass of sunshine that broke from Hilda's hood . With quickened breath on tiptoe ...
... o'er the beach , And cursed that foolish heart of mine for choking up my speech , I spied , half wrapped in shadow at the margin of the wood , The wavy mass of sunshine that broke from Hilda's hood . With quickened breath on tiptoe ...
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... o'er . The mission of genius on earth ! to uplift , Purify , and confirm by its own gracious gift , The world , in spite of the world's dull endeavor To degrade and drag down and oppose it forever . The mission of genius ! to watch and ...
... o'er . The mission of genius on earth ! to uplift , Purify , and confirm by its own gracious gift , The world , in spite of the world's dull endeavor To degrade and drag down and oppose it forever . The mission of genius ! to watch and ...
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... O'er my broken purposes , Ere the coming shadows roll , Let me build a bridge of song : " Jesus , lover of my soul . " " Let me to Thy bosom fly ! " How the words my thoughts repeat : To Thy bosom , Lord , I come , Though unfit to kiss ...
... O'er my broken purposes , Ere the coming shadows roll , Let me build a bridge of song : " Jesus , lover of my soul . " " Let me to Thy bosom fly ! " How the words my thoughts repeat : To Thy bosom , Lord , I come , Though unfit to kiss ...
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... o'er he goes , Light as a bird on wing . And then the hounds , sir ! Nothing I admire Beyond the running of the well - trained pack . The training's everything ! Keen on the scent ! At fault none losing heart ! —but all at work NUMBER ...
... o'er he goes , Light as a bird on wing . And then the hounds , sir ! Nothing I admire Beyond the running of the well - trained pack . The training's everything ! Keen on the scent ! At fault none losing heart ! —but all at work NUMBER ...
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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...