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 30
... dead ; And thrice came on in fury , And thrice turned back in dread ; And , white with fear and hatred , Scowled at the narrow way Where , wallowing in a pool of blood , The bravest Tuscans lay . LIII . But meanwhile axe and lever Have ...
... dead ; And thrice came on in fury , And thrice turned back in dread ; And , white with fear and hatred , Scowled at the narrow way Where , wallowing in a pool of blood , The bravest Tuscans lay . LIII . But meanwhile axe and lever Have ...
Pagina 50
... Dead March in Saul . " Come , Mr. Jenkins , " she said , suddenly , " come , Tom , let us descend now , and I'll promise to say nothing whatever about all this . " I continued the execution of the Dead March . " But if you do not begin ...
... Dead March in Saul . " Come , Mr. Jenkins , " she said , suddenly , " come , Tom , let us descend now , and I'll promise to say nothing whatever about all this . " I continued the execution of the Dead March . " But if you do not begin ...
Pagina 54
... dead , And so I ride the guns all day along with Sergeant Ned . " And I've a drum that's not a toy , a cap with feathers , too , And I march beside the drummer boy on Sundays at review . " But now our ' bacca's all give out , 54 THE ...
... dead , And so I ride the guns all day along with Sergeant Ned . " And I've a drum that's not a toy , a cap with feathers , too , And I march beside the drummer boy on Sundays at review . " But now our ' bacca's all give out , 54 THE ...
Pagina 64
... dead ripe tomato . 66 ' Why , Snyder , what is the matter with your nose ? " said the caller . " I peen out fishing mit der poys , " replied Snyder , laying his finger tenderly against his proboscis ; " the sun it pese hot like ash ...
... dead ripe tomato . 66 ' Why , Snyder , what is the matter with your nose ? " said the caller . " I peen out fishing mit der poys , " replied Snyder , laying his finger tenderly against his proboscis ; " the sun it pese hot like ash ...
Pagina 67
... dead ? ' " Not by a jugful . Don't yer make cradles for sale ? " " No , my friend , I am an undertaker . " " Undertaker of what ? " I make coffins . " " Oh , Lord , let me ketch the feller that sent me here ! 99 ANON . FATHER PHIL'S ...
... dead ? ' " Not by a jugful . Don't yer make cradles for sale ? " " No , my friend , I am an undertaker . " " Undertaker of what ? " I make coffins . " " Oh , Lord , let me ketch the feller that sent me here ! 99 ANON . FATHER PHIL'S ...
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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.