Dick's Recitations and Readings, 第 13 巻Dick & Fitzgerald, 1881 |
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William Brisbane Dick. THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 848276A ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS R 1936 L Copyright 1881 , by DICK & FITZGERALD . All Rights Reserved . CONTENTS . After Dinner Speech ... Aunt Nancy's Mind on.
William Brisbane Dick. THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 848276A ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS R 1936 L Copyright 1881 , by DICK & FITZGERALD . All Rights Reserved . CONTENTS . After Dinner Speech ... Aunt Nancy's Mind on.
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William Brisbane Dick. CONTENTS . After Dinner Speech ... Aunt Nancy's Mind on the Subject .. Ballad of Bill Magee , The ..... Ballad of Newport , A .... Be as Thorough as You Can . Bill Nye on Childhood .. Bishop Valentine ...
William Brisbane Dick. CONTENTS . After Dinner Speech ... Aunt Nancy's Mind on the Subject .. Ballad of Bill Magee , The ..... Ballad of Newport , A .... Be as Thorough as You Can . Bill Nye on Childhood .. Bishop Valentine ...
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... Hudson making way , To stem the dangers of the Kill , And venture Newark Bay . " We kept her off the Palisades That we a 14 THE BALLAD OF BILL MAGEE . After Dinner Speech Aunt Nancy's Mind on the Subject Ballad of Bill Magee,
... Hudson making way , To stem the dangers of the Kill , And venture Newark Bay . " We kept her off the Palisades That we a 14 THE BALLAD OF BILL MAGEE . After Dinner Speech Aunt Nancy's Mind on the Subject Ballad of Bill Magee,
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... speech , And to preach and to teach " People that they can't brew their malt liquor too small ! " That an ancient Welsh Poet , one PYNDAR Ap Tudor , Was right in proclaiming " Ariston men Udor ! ” Which means , " The pure Element Is for ...
... speech , And to preach and to teach " People that they can't brew their malt liquor too small ! " That an ancient Welsh Poet , one PYNDAR Ap Tudor , Was right in proclaiming " Ariston men Udor ! ” Which means , " The pure Element Is for ...
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... SPEECH BY MARK TWAIN . Mark Twain's speech was in his own inimitable style — a story in a speech . He said : " I am perfectly astounded at the way in which history repeats itself . I find myself situ- ated at this moment exactly and ...
... SPEECH BY MARK TWAIN . Mark Twain's speech was in his own inimitable style — a story in a speech . He said : " I am perfectly astounded at the way in which history repeats itself . I find myself situ- ated at this moment exactly and ...
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86 ページ - Gave a lustre of midday to objects below; When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
87 ページ - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
68 ページ - Maud Muller, on a summer's day, Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health. Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. But, when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast — A wish that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known.
171 ページ - And peace went with them, one and all, And each calm pillow spread ; But Guilt was my grim chamberlain That lighted me to bed ; And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red...
68 ページ - A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known. The Judge rode slowly down the lane, Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane. He drew his bridle in the shade Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid, And ask a draught from the spring that flowed Through the meadow across the road.
168 ページ - God ! could I so close my mind, And clasp it with a clasp ! " Then leaping on his feet upright, Some moody turns he took ; Now up the mead, then down the mead, And past a shady nook. And lo, he saw a little boy. That pored upon a book ! " My gentle lad, what is't you read ? Romance, or fairy fable ? Or is it some historic page, Of kings, and crowns unstable ? " The young boy gave an upward glance : " It is
168 ページ - Leaf after leaf he turned it o'er, Nor ever glanced aside — For the peace of his soul he read that book In the golden eventide; Much study had made him very lean, And pale, and leaden-eyed.
87 ページ - The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
68 ページ - I'd dress my mother so grand and gay, And the baby should have...
167 ページ - Like troutlets in a pool. Away they sped with gamesome minds And souls untouched by sin; To a level mead they came, and there They drave the wickets in: Pleasantly shone the setting sun Over the town of Lynn. Like sportive deer they coursed about, And shouted as they ran, Turning to mirth all things of earth As only boyhood can; But the usher sat remote from all, A melancholy man!