Choice Readings for Public and Private Entertainments: And for the Use of Schools, Colleges, and Public Readers, with Elocutionary AdviceRobert McLean Cumnock A.C. McClurg and Company, 1898 - 602 |
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... LADY TEAZLE AND SIR PETER THE BOOK CANVASSER BY TELEPHONE BOUNDING THE UNITED STATES AN INVALID IN LODGINGS · - William Wordsworth PAGE 155 155 155 Leigh Hunt 156 James Whitcomb Riley 156 Lord Tennyson 160 162 Charles G. D. Roberts ...
... LADY TEAZLE AND SIR PETER THE BOOK CANVASSER BY TELEPHONE BOUNDING THE UNITED STATES AN INVALID IN LODGINGS · - William Wordsworth PAGE 155 155 155 Leigh Hunt 156 James Whitcomb Riley 156 Lord Tennyson 160 162 Charles G. D. Roberts ...
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... Lady A. Lindsay 269 Robert Burns 271 272 272 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 272 William Cullen Bryant 274 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 276 F. M. Finch William Cullen Bryant - · · 277 279 280 M. E. W. Sherwood James Montgomery 281 IN AN ...
... Lady A. Lindsay 269 Robert Burns 271 272 272 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 272 William Cullen Bryant 274 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 276 F. M. Finch William Cullen Bryant - · · 277 279 280 M. E. W. Sherwood James Montgomery 281 IN AN ...
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... LADY CLARE · THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST SCENE FROM HENRY THE FOURTH BOAT SONG · · Bret Harte 458 Lord Tennyson 461 Robert Buchanan 461 George Eliot 463 Samuel Ferguson 466 · James Hogg 468 T. Westwood 475 Lord Tennyson 476 THE TRIAL ...
... LADY CLARE · THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST SCENE FROM HENRY THE FOURTH BOAT SONG · · Bret Harte 458 Lord Tennyson 461 Robert Buchanan 461 George Eliot 463 Samuel Ferguson 466 · James Hogg 468 T. Westwood 475 Lord Tennyson 476 THE TRIAL ...
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... lady wondrous fair- His model ? Something of the kind . I wonder if she had your hair ! I wonder if she looked so meek , and was not meek at all , -my dear I want that side - light on your cheek . He loved her , it is very clear , And ...
... lady wondrous fair- His model ? Something of the kind . I wonder if she had your hair ! I wonder if she looked so meek , and was not meek at all , -my dear I want that side - light on your cheek . He loved her , it is very clear , And ...
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... lady lives from age to age : A poet - that means painter too , for words are colors , rightly laid ; And they outlast our brightest hue , for ochers crack and crimsons fade . The poets - they are lucky ones ! when we are thrust upon the ...
... lady lives from age to age : A poet - that means painter too , for words are colors , rightly laid ; And they outlast our brightest hue , for ochers crack and crimsons fade . The poets - they are lucky ones ! when we are thrust upon the ...
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Strona 274 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Strona 572 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true...
Strona 164 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Strona 304 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Strona 363 - Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, — All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made! Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred!
Strona 568 - Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend! " I shrieked, upstarting' "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Strona 567 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Strona 271 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Strona 426 - And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Strona 279 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.