The modern elocutionist, compiled and ed. by J.A. JenningsJohn Andrew Jennings 1878 |
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... story which may have been a fiction , but which was very naturally told , and made a deep impression upon me then . I will endeavour to draw it forth from the locker of my memory , and relate it as nearly as I can recollect . Three ...
... story which may have been a fiction , but which was very naturally told , and made a deep impression upon me then . I will endeavour to draw it forth from the locker of my memory , and relate it as nearly as I can recollect . Three ...
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... story he told me Of tender grace and the dewy meadows : - THE STORY . We were driving the down express— Will at the steam , I at the coal- Over the valleys and villages ! Over the marshes and coppices ! Over the river , deep and broad ...
... story he told me Of tender grace and the dewy meadows : - THE STORY . We were driving the down express— Will at the steam , I at the coal- Over the valleys and villages ! Over the marshes and coppices ! Over the river , deep and broad ...
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... story , in the pleasant vineyard ground , That we fought the battle bravely — and , when the day was done , Full many a corse lay ghastly pale , beneath the setting sun . And midst the dead and dying , were some grown old in wars ...
... story , in the pleasant vineyard ground , That we fought the battle bravely — and , when the day was done , Full many a corse lay ghastly pale , beneath the setting sun . And midst the dead and dying , were some grown old in wars ...
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... nt peep at the door of the wonderful room Such stories are told of , not half of them true ; The keyhole itself has no mortal seen through . That room - forty years since , folks settled and 104 THE MODERN ELOCUTIONIST .
... nt peep at the door of the wonderful room Such stories are told of , not half of them true ; The keyhole itself has no mortal seen through . That room - forty years since , folks settled and 104 THE MODERN ELOCUTIONIST .
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... story told , How well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of old . LORD MACAULAY . [ From " Lays of Ancient Rome . " - By kind permission of Messrs . Longmans , Green , and Co. ] BABY MAY . Cheeks as soft as July peaches , Lips ...
... story told , How well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of old . LORD MACAULAY . [ From " Lays of Ancient Rome . " - By kind permission of Messrs . Longmans , Green , and Co. ] BABY MAY . Cheeks as soft as July peaches , Lips ...
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220 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE BELLS. HEAR the sledges with the bells — Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
451 ÆäÀÌÁö - I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door; "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
283 ÆäÀÌÁö - I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!
430 ÆäÀÌÁö - God ! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent,— Weary of solid firmness, — melt itself Into the sea ! and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips...
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
160 ÆäÀÌÁö - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
348 ÆäÀÌÁö - Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, 'Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — Followed the Piper for their lives.
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - Between the dark and the daylight, when the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, that is known as the Children's Hour.