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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... heard , But in her aching bosom no chord responsive stirred ; Though on the wall before her an ancient picture hung , In which the infant Jesus to His " blessed mother " clung ; She sees the Son and mother , she hears the joyful bells ...
... heard , But in her aching bosom no chord responsive stirred ; Though on the wall before her an ancient picture hung , In which the infant Jesus to His " blessed mother " clung ; She sees the Son and mother , she hears the joyful bells ...
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... mother , I hear her grieving so ? Oh ! let me go and tell her how blest the children be Who are brought from earth to Heaven , to live and love with Thee . " And she heard the Lord Christ answer , " If NUMBER FOURTEEN . 9 .
... mother , I hear her grieving so ? Oh ! let me go and tell her how blest the children be Who are brought from earth to Heaven , to live and love with Thee . " And she heard the Lord Christ answer , " If NUMBER FOURTEEN . 9 .
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... heard the Lord Christ answer , " If you go beck again , You must stay the time allotted unto the sons of men , You must share their bitter sorrows , mayhap their shame and sin , And pray and weep for Heaven's rest ere you can enter in ...
... heard the Lord Christ answer , " If you go beck again , You must stay the time allotted unto the sons of men , You must share their bitter sorrows , mayhap their shame and sin , And pray and weep for Heaven's rest ere you can enter in ...
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... heard the children sing : " He comes , He comes , the children's Friend , He our Lord and King . " comes , And akin to pain the rapture that filled the mother's breast , As the voice she knew rang sweeter , and for her above the rest ...
... heard the children sing : " He comes , He comes , the children's Friend , He our Lord and King . " comes , And akin to pain the rapture that filled the mother's breast , As the voice she knew rang sweeter , and for her above the rest ...
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... heard the joy- bells ring , " All hail ! " she cried , 66 our blessed Lord , the children's Friend and King . " MRS . E. V. WILSON . EXTRACT FROM A EULOGY ON GENERAL GRANT . ANOTHER name is added to the roll of those whom the world will ...
... heard the joy- bells ring , " All hail ! " she cried , 66 our blessed Lord , the children's Friend and King . " MRS . E. V. WILSON . EXTRACT FROM A EULOGY ON GENERAL GRANT . ANOTHER name is added to the roll of those whom the world will ...
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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...