The Progressive Speaker: Containing the Best Readings and Recitations for All Occasions from the Most Celebrated Authors ... Programmes for Special Occasions, Together with a Treatise on Elocution ... How to Organize and Conduct Literary Societies ... Embellished with More Than 100 Superb IllustrationsNational Publishing Company, 1897 - 464 pagini |
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The Progressive Speaker: Containing the Best Readings and Recitations for ... Vizualizare completă - 1897 |
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Pagina 411 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Pagina 369 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Pagina 424 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it, love; for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would stoop from this to this?
Pagina 411 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition, This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death...
Pagina 273 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood...
Pagina 172 - 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 425 - My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from.
Pagina 412 - Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Pagina 422 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, — shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honors For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Pagina 204 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — TEACHER EDITION On this home by horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead?— tell me— tell me, I implore!