Select Readings for Public and Private Entertainment: Containing Choice Selections of the Most Pathetic, Gay, Humorous, Heroic, Sublime, and Patriotic Speeches and Poems, Accompanied by Explanatory Notes, Together with Appropriate Elocutionary Instructions ...G.A. Gaskell, 1885 - 320 páginas |
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... Waiting By the Gate ... Warren's Address ..... When the Kye Come Hame .. Where Should the Scholar Live . Why the Cows Came Late .. Widow Malone ....... Woodman Spare that Tree .. Words and Their Uses .... Yussouf 7. T. Trowbridge ...
... Waiting By the Gate ... Warren's Address ..... When the Kye Come Hame .. Where Should the Scholar Live . Why the Cows Came Late .. Widow Malone ....... Woodman Spare that Tree .. Words and Their Uses .... Yussouf 7. T. Trowbridge ...
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... Waiting by the Gate . 221 Beauty 267 Morning ... 60 The Song of Marion's Men .... 309 BYRON , LORD GEORGE GOR- DON , .. 205 Fare Thee Well ... Apostrophe to the Ocean ..... 239 BURNS , ROBERT , John Anderson , My Jo ......... 179 ...
... Waiting by the Gate . 221 Beauty 267 Morning ... 60 The Song of Marion's Men .... 309 BYRON , LORD GEORGE GOR- DON , .. 205 Fare Thee Well ... Apostrophe to the Ocean ..... 239 BURNS , ROBERT , John Anderson , My Jo ......... 179 ...
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... - grass quiver , Asleep are the ranks of the dead : - Under the sod and the dew , Waiting the judgment day , Under the one , the Blue , Under the other , the Gray . : - These in the robings of glory , Those in the 40 SELECT READINGS ,
... - grass quiver , Asleep are the ranks of the dead : - Under the sod and the dew , Waiting the judgment day , Under the one , the Blue , Under the other , the Gray . : - These in the robings of glory , Those in the 40 SELECT READINGS ,
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... Waiting the judgment day ; Under the laurel , the Blue , Under the willow , the Gray . From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go , Lovingly laden with flowers , Alike for the friend and the foe : - Under the sod and ...
... Waiting the judgment day ; Under the laurel , the Blue , Under the willow , the Gray . From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go , Lovingly laden with flowers , Alike for the friend and the foe : - Under the sod and ...
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... Waiting the judgment day ; Under the blossoms , the Blue , Under the garlands , the Gray . No more shall the war - cry sever , Or the winding rivers be red ; They banish our anger forever , When they laurel the graves of our dead ...
... Waiting the judgment day ; Under the blossoms , the Blue , Under the garlands , the Gray . No more shall the war - cry sever , Or the winding rivers be red ; They banish our anger forever , When they laurel the graves of our dead ...
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Select Readings for Public and Private Entertainment: Containing Choice ... Loomis T Palmer Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Annabel Lee beauty bell blue breast breath brow called Charles Sumner Cleon Curfew DANIEL WEBSTER dark dead dear death dream Duluth earth EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN Edom elocution eyes face father fear fire forever Forever-never gesture glory golden gone grave gray hair hand open head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill honor John kiss kye come hame land laugh left arm light lips live look Molly Malone mother nation never Never-forever night o'er O'Ryan oratory palm passion Piegans Pompey right arm right foot ring to-night river river Lee round SHAMUS Shandon shore Shump sing smile song soul sound speak speaker spirit stand stood sweet tears tell Tennessee thee There's thing thou thought tone Twas voice vrom wave Widow Malone wife wild word young
Pasajes populares
Página 300 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many: I have fully glutted my vengeance: for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Página 168 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Página 140 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Página 241 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 92 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Página 50 - 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.
Página 62 - Strike -till the last armed foe expires ; Strike — for your altars and your fires ; Strike — for the green graves of your sires ; God — and your native land...
Página 62 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, "To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!
Página 167 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Página 264 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.