Shoemaker's Best Selections for Readings and Recitations, Issue 5Penn Publishing Company, 1905 |
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... 102 . Lifeboat , The ....... * 103 . Light that is Felt , The ........................ . 104. Literary Recreations .. * 105 . Little Christel ..... .............................. . 106. Little Foxes ........ Alfred Tennyson ........
... 102 . Lifeboat , The ....... * 103 . Light that is Felt , The ........................ . 104. Literary Recreations .. * 105 . Little Christel ..... .............................. . 106. Little Foxes ........ Alfred Tennyson ........
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... across it flew . But anon the smile that hovered in the water stole away , Though the sunshine through the birch leaves flung of light its shimmering spray , And a breath came floating upward as if some one 8 BEST SELECTIONS.
... across it flew . But anon the smile that hovered in the water stole away , Though the sunshine through the birch leaves flung of light its shimmering spray , And a breath came floating upward as if some one 8 BEST SELECTIONS.
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... light ; I was never fit for the signals after one awful night . I'd been in the box from a youngster , and I never felt the strain Of the lives at my right hand's mercy in every passing train . One day there was something happened , and ...
... light ; I was never fit for the signals after one awful night . I'd been in the box from a youngster , and I never felt the strain Of the lives at my right hand's mercy in every passing train . One day there was something happened , and ...
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... light as the tips of the drops of rain , Out to old Aunt Mary's . We cross the pasture , and through the wood Where the old gray snag of the poplar stood , Where the hammering red - heads hopped away , And the buzzard raised in the open ...
... light as the tips of the drops of rain , Out to old Aunt Mary's . We cross the pasture , and through the wood Where the old gray snag of the poplar stood , Where the hammering red - heads hopped away , And the buzzard raised in the open ...
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... light round us streaming , like a chal- lenge seemed to fall , And we grasped our sabers , gory with the crimson foam . of fight , And the cold stars flashed their glory far along the heights of night ; But no foeman's blade was shining ...
... light round us streaming , like a chal- lenge seemed to fall , And we grasped our sabers , gory with the crimson foam . of fight , And the cold stars flashed their glory far along the heights of night ; But no foeman's blade was shining ...
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Popular passages
Page 154 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 183 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, Aud see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides . and tho...
Page 33 - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope.
Page 137 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Page 54 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die.
Page 73 - And it came to pass at noon, that Elijah mocked them, and said, Cry aloud : for he is a god ; either he is talking, or he is pursuing, or he is in a journey, or peradventure he sleepeth, and must be awaked.
Page 34 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 155 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing; The breeze comes whispering in our ear, That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...
Page 61 - God is not a man, that he should lie; Neither the son of man, that he should repent: Hath he said, and shall he not do it? Or hath he spoken, and shall he not make it good?
Page 54 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.