Shoemaker's Best Selections for Readings and Recitations, Wydanie 5Penn Publishing Company, 1905 |
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... lip , unaided either by the memory or by the manuscript , must be a man who has acquired the art of putting his thoughts by ... lips , that when he comes to speak , even in the most hasty manner , he will have something of the exactness ...
... lip , unaided either by the memory or by the manuscript , must be a man who has acquired the art of putting his thoughts by ... lips , that when he comes to speak , even in the most hasty manner , he will have something of the exactness ...
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... lips each perfect , and yet without effort . For if you hear the click of the machinery and suspect your speaker is making great effort to be heard and to make each syllable articulate , then the pleasure disappears , you have the ...
... lips each perfect , and yet without effort . For if you hear the click of the machinery and suspect your speaker is making great effort to be heard and to make each syllable articulate , then the pleasure disappears , you have the ...
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... lips were moving , and a cloud rose on her brow . " Precious darling , " thought I , " grieve not that thou hast no lover found— ” Crash the branch went , and , bewildered , down I tum . bled on the ground . Up then sprang the little ...
... lips were moving , and a cloud rose on her brow . " Precious darling , " thought I , " grieve not that thou hast no lover found— ” Crash the branch went , and , bewildered , down I tum . bled on the ground . Up then sprang the little ...
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... lips refused to speak ; There had flashed such a scene of horror swift on my startled sight That it curdled my blood in terror and sent my red lips white . It was all in one awful minute - I saw that the boy was lost ; He had gone for a ...
... lips refused to speak ; There had flashed such a scene of horror swift on my startled sight That it curdled my blood in terror and sent my red lips white . It was all in one awful minute - I saw that the boy was lost ; He had gone for a ...
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... , and I hadn't my wits that night . Who told me to do my auty ? What voice was that on the wind ? Was it fancy that brought it to me ? or were there God's lips behind ? If I hadn't a done my duty - had I NUMBER THIRTEEN . 25 25.
... , and I hadn't my wits that night . Who told me to do my auty ? What voice was that on the wind ? Was it fancy that brought it to me ? or were there God's lips behind ? If I hadn't a done my duty - had I NUMBER THIRTEEN . 25 25.
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Strona 154 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Strona 183 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, Aud see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides . and tho...
Strona 33 - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope.
Strona 137 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Strona 54 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die.
Strona 73 - And it came to pass at noon, that Elijah mocked them, and said, Cry aloud : for he is a god ; either he is talking, or he is pursuing, or he is in a journey, or peradventure he sleepeth, and must be awaked.
Strona 34 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Strona 155 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing; The breeze comes whispering in our ear, That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...
Strona 61 - God is not a man, that he should lie; Neither the son of man, that he should repent: Hath he said, and shall he not do it? Or hath he spoken, and shall he not make it good?
Strona 54 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.