The Common School Speaker: A New Collection of Original and Selected Pieces, for Reading and RecitationS. Babcock, 1844 - 288 ページ |
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... palace gate . That pavement damp and cold No smiling courtiers tread ; One silent woman stands , Lifting with meagre hands A dying head . No mingling voices sound- One infant wail alone ; A COMMON SCHOOL SPEAKER . 27 Mrs Southey,
... palace gate . That pavement damp and cold No smiling courtiers tread ; One silent woman stands , Lifting with meagre hands A dying head . No mingling voices sound- One infant wail alone ; A COMMON SCHOOL SPEAKER . 27 Mrs Southey,
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... sound- One infant wail alone ; A sob suppressed — again That short , deep gasp , and then The parting groan . O ! change - O ! wondrous change— Burst are the prison bars— This moment there , so low , So agonized , and now Beyond the ...
... sound- One infant wail alone ; A sob suppressed — again That short , deep gasp , and then The parting groan . O ! change - O ! wondrous change— Burst are the prison bars— This moment there , so low , So agonized , and now Beyond the ...
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... sound of lawless violence that is wafted from our shores , to note the first breach of faith or act of perfidy amongst us , and to convert them into arguments against liberty and the rights of man . There is not a shout sent up by an ...
... sound of lawless violence that is wafted from our shores , to note the first breach of faith or act of perfidy amongst us , and to convert them into arguments against liberty and the rights of man . There is not a shout sent up by an ...
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... ? " The bells , though fraught with pertinacity , And now and then too with loquacity , Were silent for about an hour , But then each wide mouth gave a roar And with a deep and solemn sound , Which made COMMON SCHOOL SPEAKER . 67.
... ? " The bells , though fraught with pertinacity , And now and then too with loquacity , Were silent for about an hour , But then each wide mouth gave a roar And with a deep and solemn sound , Which made COMMON SCHOOL SPEAKER . 67.
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... sound , Which made the ancient walls rebound , Thus to old Father Time replied : " Ungrateful dotard , wherefore chide ? Parading with thy scythe and glass , How sadly treated would'st thou pass , And oft have need to mend thy pace ...
... sound , Which made the ancient walls rebound , Thus to old Father Time replied : " Ungrateful dotard , wherefore chide ? Parading with thy scythe and glass , How sadly treated would'st thou pass , And oft have need to mend thy pace ...
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battle beautiful beneath bird blessings blood brave breast breath brow Bucolies BUNKER HILL MONUMENT Cæsar called child CIRCASSIAN cried dark dead dear death Decemviri deep Dismal Swamp dream earth England Excelsior Fable father fear flowers following piece glory grave hand hast hath hear heart Heaven hills hope Julius Cæsar Katydid king lady land LESSON light lips live look Lord loud Mac Gregor mamma MARY HOWITT mighty moral mother mountain N. P. WILLIS ne'er neath never night o'er passing peace poem poet Pontifex Maximus poor pride shore sigh sing sleep smile soul spirit stanza star steed stood sweet sword tears tell tempest thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thunder tree Twas Vanity Fair Vive l'amour voice Walter Scott Washington wave wild word written young pupil youth
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69 ページ - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more ! Her deck, once red with heroes...
253 ページ - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies now, upon them with the lance! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
142 ページ - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
75 ページ - The school-boy whips his taxed top ; the beardless youth manages his taxed horse with a taxed bridle, on a taxed road ; and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid...
183 ページ - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
162 ページ - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
70 ページ - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
254 ページ - ... rend your hair for those who never shall return. • Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of St.
230 ページ - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
171 ページ - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. And fast before her father's men, Three days we've fled together; For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?