Shoemaker's Best Selections for Readings and Recitations, Issue 8Penn Publishing Company, 1914 |
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... poor'n death , and uglier'n sin . Jim drinks and swears , and Malviny dono her let ters . She knows a heap she hadn't ought to , be sides . Now , what you comin ' here to - day for , and talkin ' so glib about meetin ' . Go to meetin ...
... poor'n death , and uglier'n sin . Jim drinks and swears , and Malviny dono her let ters . She knows a heap she hadn't ought to , be sides . Now , what you comin ' here to - day for , and talkin ' so glib about meetin ' . Go to meetin ...
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... poor- house ! " he replied , in a cutting tone . " Philetus ! Philetus H. Harrison ! " she continued , laying her hand on his arm , " don't you dare twit me of that again ! I've lived with ye nigh on to forty years , and waited on ye ...
... poor- house ! " he replied , in a cutting tone . " Philetus ! Philetus H. Harrison ! " she continued , laying her hand on his arm , " don't you dare twit me of that again ! I've lived with ye nigh on to forty years , and waited on ye ...
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... poor boy on horseback rode by on his way to mill . The horse took fright and threw the boy , injuring him so badly that he was carried home , and confined some weeks to his bed . Of the scholars who had unintentionally caused the ...
... poor boy on horseback rode by on his way to mill . The horse took fright and threw the boy , injuring him so badly that he was carried home , and confined some weeks to his bed . Of the scholars who had unintentionally caused the ...
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... Poor Young Man " He quick to her did tell , And how he did " A Dark Night's Work " To gain a lofty station . " A Noble Woman " should forgive " A Terrible Temptation . " Twenty Years After " the above , " A Treasure Trove " he struck ...
... Poor Young Man " He quick to her did tell , And how he did " A Dark Night's Work " To gain a lofty station . " A Noble Woman " should forgive " A Terrible Temptation . " Twenty Years After " the above , " A Treasure Trove " he struck ...
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... poor now . " " And , " added Hugh , " my pony is sold to a man , and his tail is vewy long , and he loves sugar - the pony , I mean ; and mamma says we must go away and live in the town . " " Yes , yes , " said Kris ; " I know . " " He ...
... poor now . " " And , " added Hugh , " my pony is sold to a man , and his tail is vewy long , and he loves sugar - the pony , I mean ; and mamma says we must go away and live in the town . " " Yes , yes , " said Kris ; " I know . " " He ...
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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...