The reciter's companion; comprising the most popular recitations, comic tales [&c.].1848 |
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... cries , " Indeed I never mocks ; " But - bless ye - I'd no chest the size , " So I put it on a box ! " But la ! zur , it be little use , " It never rose a bit ; " And you may see it if you choose , For there it's sticking yet ! " b ...
... cries , " Indeed I never mocks ; " But - bless ye - I'd no chest the size , " So I put it on a box ! " But la ! zur , it be little use , " It never rose a bit ; " And you may see it if you choose , For there it's sticking yet ! " b ...
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... ' tis done ! " For every John - pie must be a pie - John . " ( pigeon . ) " Bravo ! bravo ! " Sir Peter cries , " Logic for ever ! “ That bangs my grandmother , and she was clever . " But now I think on't , ' twould be 8.
... ' tis done ! " For every John - pie must be a pie - John . " ( pigeon . ) " Bravo ! bravo ! " Sir Peter cries , " Logic for ever ! “ That bangs my grandmother , and she was clever . " But now I think on't , ' twould be 8.
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... the ground , Once more their missing friend they found , As they had often done before - in liquor . " See ! " cried his moralizing master , " I always knew the fellow drank hard , " And prophesied some sad disaster ; " His fate 14.
... the ground , Once more their missing friend they found , As they had often done before - in liquor . " See ! " cried his moralizing master , " I always knew the fellow drank hard , " And prophesied some sad disaster ; " His fate 14.
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... cried the brewer , " that's a task " More difficult to grant than ask . " Most gladly would I give the smack " Of the last beer to the ensuing , " But where am I to find a Black , " To boil him down at every brewing ? " WILLIAM TELL'S ...
... cried the brewer , " that's a task " More difficult to grant than ask . " Most gladly would I give the smack " Of the last beer to the ensuing , " But where am I to find a Black , " To boil him down at every brewing ? " WILLIAM TELL'S ...
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... there - the thought , that mine was free , Has check'd that wish , and I have raised my head , And cried in thraldom to that furious wind , low on ; this is the land of liberty ! GENEVRA . A pathetic Tale adapted for Recitation . By 16.
... there - the thought , that mine was free , Has check'd that wish , and I have raised my head , And cried in thraldom to that furious wind , low on ; this is the land of liberty ! GENEVRA . A pathetic Tale adapted for Recitation . By 16.
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Page 148 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an houourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Page 150 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Page 148 - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason...
Page 237 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Page 163 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Page 237 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Page 202 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Page 209 - Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. "And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Page 206 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 238 - Can well recall what then it heard. Where is thy native, simple heart, Devote to Virtue, Fancy, Art ? Arise, as in that elder time, Warm...