Shoemaker's Best Selections for Readings and Recitations, Issue 5Penn Publishing Company, 1905 |
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... wife about that , " suggested Aristarchus , serenely . Three disgusted - looking men left our premises by the basement door and the rear gate . Aristarchus joined me in the sitting - room looking as innocent as a lamb . I hoped however ...
... wife about that , " suggested Aristarchus , serenely . Three disgusted - looking men left our premises by the basement door and the rear gate . Aristarchus joined me in the sitting - room looking as innocent as a lamb . I hoped however ...
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... wife looked up from her sewing and told me , as she smiled , That Johnny had made his mind up - he'd be a points- man , too . " He says when he's big like father , he'll work in the box with you . " I frowned , for my heart was heavy ...
... wife looked up from her sewing and told me , as she smiled , That Johnny had made his mind up - he'd be a points- man , too . " He says when he's big like father , he'll work in the box with you . " I frowned , for my heart was heavy ...
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... wife have left their home . " ' Twas Aunt Faith's sweet voice that called her , and the naughty little maid- Gliding down the dark old stairway - hoped their notice to evade , Keeping shyly in their shadow as they went out at 28 BEST ...
... wife have left their home . " ' Twas Aunt Faith's sweet voice that called her , and the naughty little maid- Gliding down the dark old stairway - hoped their notice to evade , Keeping shyly in their shadow as they went out at 28 BEST ...
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... wife , " continues Adam , " tell us hoo yer gettin ' on i ' t ' rooad te t ' New Jerusalem . " Judith's words were always few , but they were always fit . She sits by the side of her grand old man , in her clean white cap , and ...
... wife , " continues Adam , " tell us hoo yer gettin ' on i ' t ' rooad te t ' New Jerusalem . " Judith's words were always few , but they were always fit . She sits by the side of her grand old man , in her clean white cap , and ...
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... wife . A muther's luv hugs her bairns varry near her heart ; bud thoo knoas ' at God's luv's eaven bigger still ; an ' He's promised thoo an ' me lang since ' at He'll give us all wa ' ax Him . Deean't be frightened , Judy , my lass ...
... wife . A muther's luv hugs her bairns varry near her heart ; bud thoo knoas ' at God's luv's eaven bigger still ; an ' He's promised thoo an ' me lang since ' at He'll give us all wa ' ax Him . Deean't be frightened , Judy , my lass ...
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Common terms and phrases
ALICE CARY Aristarchus arms Aunt Balaam beautiful Becket bless blue brave breath CHARLES DICKENS child corn Costello courser cried dark David Copperfield dead dear death Desaix door dream Euphemia eyes face father feet fell fire flowers girl glory gray hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hepton hills Isam John of Salisbury Johnnie Miller King King Tee kiss knew lady land light lips live look Lord Mervane Middlerib morning mother Nestleton never night o'er Orlando pockets poor pray prayer rest Rosalind round shining side Sir Guy sleep smile Somers soul stand star stood sweet tears tell thee thing THOMAS À BECKET thou thought Trotwood turned Twas Uncle Ben voice wife wild Wildgrave wind Winkle woman wonder words
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.