The modern elocutionist, compiled and ed. by J.A. JenningsJohn Andrew Jennings 1878 |
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... wind , he bounds down the channel , and the situation of the fated boy is told upon his father's hearth - stone . Minutes of almost eternal length roll on , and there are hundreds standing in that rocky channel , and hundreds on the ...
... wind , he bounds down the channel , and the situation of the fated boy is told upon his father's hearth - stone . Minutes of almost eternal length roll on , and there are hundreds standing in that rocky channel , and hundreds on the ...
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... wind blew so that it cut the face . As the old man trembled with cold , and the little child slept a moment , the mother went and poured some ale into a pint pot and set it on the stove , that it might be warm for him ; the old man sat ...
... wind blew so that it cut the face . As the old man trembled with cold , and the little child slept a moment , the mother went and poured some ale into a pint pot and set it on the stove , that it might be warm for him ; the old man sat ...
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... wind , and her hands fell down powerless . " Thou canst not do anything against me ! " said Death . " But that Our Lord can ! " said she . " I only do His bidding ! " said Death . " I am His gardener , I take all His flowers and trees ...
... wind , and her hands fell down powerless . " Thou canst not do anything against me ! " said Death . " But that Our Lord can ! " said she . " I only do His bidding ! " said Death . " I am His gardener , I take all His flowers and trees ...
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... wind - how many visions of what had been , and what he hoped was yet to be - rose up before him , in the old , dull , silent church ! He never told them what he thought , or where he went . He would sit with them at night , pondering ...
... wind - how many visions of what had been , and what he hoped was yet to be - rose up before him , in the old , dull , silent church ! He never told them what he thought , or where he went . He would sit with them at night , pondering ...
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... wind comes in our faces , Till our hearts turn , our heads with pulses burning , And the walls turn in their places : Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling , Turns the long light that drops adown the wall , Turn the black ...
... wind comes in our faces , Till our hearts turn , our heads with pulses burning , And the walls turn in their places : Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling , Turns the long light that drops adown the wall , Turn the black ...
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Annabel Lee arms Baby Bell beautiful snow Bessie Betsey Bingen bless brave breast breath BRET HARTE bright brow CHARLES DICKENS cheek child cried dark darling dead dear death deep door dream earth EDGAR ALLAN POE eyes face fair father fear feet fell flowers grave Gregsbury hair hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Helon kind permission kissed knew lady Lars Porsena laugh light lips live look Lord M'INTOSH Malaprop Mayton morning mother never nevermore night o'er pale poor pray prayer Quoth the Raven rose round SAMUEL K seem'd sleep smile soft soul speak stood sweet T. B. ALDRICH tears tell tender thee there's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought to-day told Twas voice weep wind wonder word young
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Сторінка 220 - 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...
Сторінка 95 - 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!
Сторінка 451 - 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.
Сторінка 91 - 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.
Сторінка 283 - 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!
Сторінка 430 - 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...
Сторінка 125 - 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.
Сторінка 160 - 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.
Сторінка 348 - 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.
Сторінка 78 - 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.