The Elocutionist's Annual ...: Comprising New and Popular Readings, Recitations, Declamations, Dialogues, Tableaux, Etc., Etc, Issue 14National School of Elocution and Oratory, 1889 - Recitations |
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... Fields . A. C. H. S. François Coppée . The Argonaut Danbury News PAGE 5 • Mrs. E. V. Wilson . Henry Ward Beecher 12 George R. Sims . 15 Edward Everett 22 Oliver Wendell Holmes . 23 · Charles Dickens . 25 Marietta F. Cloud . 30 • Rev. Wm ...
... Fields . A. C. H. S. François Coppée . The Argonaut Danbury News PAGE 5 • Mrs. E. V. Wilson . Henry Ward Beecher 12 George R. Sims . 15 Edward Everett 22 Oliver Wendell Holmes . 23 · Charles Dickens . 25 Marietta F. Cloud . 30 • Rev. Wm ...
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... Fields 164 • Bryant 165 166 Adelaide Anne Proctor 171 · J. G. Holland 173 • T. J. Headley . 175 · • Edward Brooks 177 Benj . F. Taylor 178 Youth's Companion 181 Tennyson . 183 The Head and the Heart ,. J. G. Saxe 186 DIALOGUES ...
... Fields 164 • Bryant 165 166 Adelaide Anne Proctor 171 · J. G. Holland 173 • T. J. Headley . 175 · • Edward Brooks 177 Benj . F. Taylor 178 Youth's Companion 181 Tennyson . 183 The Head and the Heart ,. J. G. Saxe 186 DIALOGUES ...
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... fallen in the Alps , and the Po could not be crossed in time . The battle was begun . Milas , pushed to the wall , resolved to cut his way out ; and Napoleon 5 reached the field to see Larmes beaten - Champeaux dead The Victor of Marengo,
... fallen in the Alps , and the Po could not be crossed in time . The battle was begun . Milas , pushed to the wall , resolved to cut his way out ; and Napoleon 5 reached the field to see Larmes beaten - Champeaux dead The Victor of Marengo,
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... field to see Larmes beaten - Champeaux dead - Desaix still charging old Milas , with his Austrian phalanx at Marengo , till the consular guard gave way , and the well - planned victory was a terrible defeat . Just as the day was lost ...
... field to see Larmes beaten - Champeaux dead - Desaix still charging old Milas , with his Austrian phalanx at Marengo , till the consular guard gave way , and the well - planned victory was a terrible defeat . Just as the day was lost ...
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... field : Do you think He counts it nobler to be more a sword than shield ? Better be an inspiration , play the harp - strings of some soul , Than to blow Fame's silver bugle , though through con- tinents it roll , Better be a useful ...
... field : Do you think He counts it nobler to be more a sword than shield ? Better be an inspiration , play the harp - strings of some soul , Than to blow Fame's silver bugle , though through con- tinents it roll , Better be a useful ...
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Page 156 - 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...
Page 185 - 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...
Page 184 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Page 35 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Page 157 - Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God wills it ; No matter how barren the past may have been, 'Tie 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...
Page 140 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly as the precept were her own: And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Page 34 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate.
Page 36 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Page 139 - 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!
Page 183 - IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole* Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me...