Elmo's Model Speaker for Platform, School and Home, Arranged on an Entirely New Plan: Providing Programmes for Twelve Evening Entertainments, Selections Suitable for Juvenile Gatherings, Brief Responses to Encores. Speeches for Weddings, Presentations, Farewells and Welcomes. An Invaluable Book for Clubs, Lyceums and Young People's AssociationsThomas W. Handford Belford, Clarke & Company, 1881 - 410 pagini |
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Pagina 53
... bless his door ; A heritage , it seems to me , A king might wish to hold in fee . O rich man's son ! there is a toil That with all other level stands ; Large charity doth never soil , But only whitens , soft , white hands ; That is the ...
... bless his door ; A heritage , it seems to me , A king might wish to hold in fee . O rich man's son ! there is a toil That with all other level stands ; Large charity doth never soil , But only whitens , soft , white hands ; That is the ...
Pagina 74
... bless her ! Oh , faith ! the Protestants is shaming you . " Dennis Fannin , Lo 7s . 6d . " Very good indeed , for a working mason . " " Jemmy Riley , £ o × 5s . od . carpenther . " " Not bad for a hedge " I gave you ten , plaze your ...
... bless her ! Oh , faith ! the Protestants is shaming you . " Dennis Fannin , Lo 7s . 6d . " Very good indeed , for a working mason . " " Jemmy Riley , £ o × 5s . od . carpenther . " " Not bad for a hedge " I gave you ten , plaze your ...
Pagina 84
... bless me , wot a gay yung feller I wos wen I fust knoo Betsi . My ' air was kurled every blessid mornin ' vith bakky pipe , an ' I thought o ' nothin ' but fashun an ' vanitis . I'd four rows o ' hobnales in my best boots and wore a ...
... bless me , wot a gay yung feller I wos wen I fust knoo Betsi . My ' air was kurled every blessid mornin ' vith bakky pipe , an ' I thought o ' nothin ' but fashun an ' vanitis . I'd four rows o ' hobnales in my best boots and wore a ...
Pagina 101
... bless God that it was so ! It was free ! From end to end , from cliff to lake , ' twas free ! Free as our torrents are , that leap our rocks And plough our valleys without asking leave ; Or as our peaks , that wear their caps of snow In ...
... bless God that it was so ! It was free ! From end to end , from cliff to lake , ' twas free ! Free as our torrents are , that leap our rocks And plough our valleys without asking leave ; Or as our peaks , that wear their caps of snow In ...
Pagina 106
... Bless his heart , it's Fezziwig , alive again ! " " Old Fezziwig laid down his pen , and looked up at the clock , which pointed to the hour of seven . He rubbed his hands ; adjusted his capacious waistcoat ; laughed all over himself ...
... Bless his heart , it's Fezziwig , alive again ! " " Old Fezziwig laid down his pen , and looked up at the clock , which pointed to the hour of seven . He rubbed his hands ; adjusted his capacious waistcoat ; laughed all over himself ...
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Pagina 339 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Pagina 177 - I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel ; ' As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Pagina 113 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honorable man ; So are they all, all honorable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.
Pagina 103 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken...
Pagina 179 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Pagina 61 - 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...
Pagina 197 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...
Pagina 102 - 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.
Pagina 178 - Eske river where ford there was none ; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late, For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he entered the...
Pagina 94 - And glory to our Sovereign Liege, King Henry of Navarre ! Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France ! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.