Shoemaker's Best Selections for Readings and Recitations, Wydanie 5Penn Publishing Company, 1905 |
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... passing train . One day there was something happened , and it made my nerves go queer , And it's all through that as you find me the station master here . I was on the box down yonder - that's where we turn the mails , And specials ...
... passing train . One day there was something happened , and it made my nerves go queer , And it's all through that as you find me the station master here . I was on the box down yonder - that's where we turn the mails , And specials ...
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... passed my window , her darling's sunny locks . I lifted him up to see mother , and he kissed his little hand , Then sat like a mouse in the corner , and thought it was fairyland . But somehow I fell a - thinking of a scene 22 BEST ...
... passed my window , her darling's sunny locks . I lifted him up to see mother , and he kissed his little hand , Then sat like a mouse in the corner , and thought it was fairyland . But somehow I fell a - thinking of a scene 22 BEST ...
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... passing by to school have ribbons on their hair ; The little girl next door wears blue ; oh , dear , if I could dare , I know what I should like to do ! " - ( The words were whispered low , Lest such tremendous heresy should reach her ...
... passing by to school have ribbons on their hair ; The little girl next door wears blue ; oh , dear , if I could dare , I know what I should like to do ! " - ( The words were whispered low , Lest such tremendous heresy should reach her ...
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... passing Farmer Watson's , where the barn - door opened wide , Every sound that issued from it , every grunt and every cluck , Was to her affrighted fancy like " a tuck ! " " a tuck ! " " a tuck ! " In meeting , Goodman Elder spoke of ...
... passing Farmer Watson's , where the barn - door opened wide , Every sound that issued from it , every grunt and every cluck , Was to her affrighted fancy like " a tuck ! " " a tuck ! " " a tuck ! " In meeting , Goodman Elder spoke of ...
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... passed from the pain of dying to the light of a joy divine ; And they cry from the shining portal of the fortress of God above , " Lo ! forgiveness of wrong is immortal , and immortal , too , is love ! " I THOS . S. COLLIER . EGO ET ...
... passed from the pain of dying to the light of a joy divine ; And they cry from the shining portal of the fortress of God above , " Lo ! forgiveness of wrong is immortal , and immortal , too , is love ! " I THOS . S. COLLIER . EGO ET ...
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Popularne fragmenty
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.