The Quarterly Elocutionist, Том 3A. Randall-Diehl, 1877 |
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Ajax Alice Cary arms beautiful Bell blood blue bosom Bouillabaisse breath BRET HARTE captain's gig Carcasonne cheek child Christmas Clear Lake shore cold cried cursed dark darling dead dear death don'd door eyes face fair father fear feet fell fire flowers Fontenoy friends Gabriel Grub goblin gone grave gray hair hand head hear heard heart heaven Hector IRWIN RUSSELL Jackdaw Kilmeny kiss knees knew light lips live looked Lord Mark Twain maun Mayton Menesthius mother never night nose o'er Oriana poor pray prayer QUARTERLY ELOCUTIONIST rain Robert Buchanan rose round says sexton shout sleep smile snow Snyder soul spiled stood sweet tears Telamonian Ajax tell thee There's thing thou turned Twas voice wandered waves wife wild wind woman words
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Стр. 103 - And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice nor sound is there, In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air, But the rushing of Life's wave. And, when the solemn and deep church-bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the spell, The shadows sweep away. Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead.
Стр. 169 - Ah me! how quick the days are flitting? I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me. — There's no one now to share my cup.
Стр. 114 - The next lot fell to the Nancy's mate, And a delicate dish he made; Then our appetite with the midshipmite We seven survivors stayed. "And then we murdered the bo'sun tight, And he much resembled pig; Then we wittled free, did the cook and me, On the crew of the captain's gig. "Then only the cook and me was left, And the delicate question, 'Which Of us two goes to the kettle?
Стр. 114 - There was me and the cook and the captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And the bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite, And the crew of the captain's gig.
Стр. 110 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
Стр. 123 - And a nice little boy had a nice cake of soap, Worthy of washing the hands of the Pope. One little boy more A napkin bore, Of the best white diaper, fringed with pink, And a Cardinal's Hat mark'd in "permanent ink.
Стр. 161 - I am the resurrection and the life : he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live, and he that liveth and believeth in me shall never die.
Стр. 123 - The great Lord Cardinal turns at the sight Of these nice little boys dress'd all in white : From his finger he draws His costly turquoise ; And, not thinking at all about little Jackdaws, Deposits it straight By the side of his plate, While the nice little boys on his Eminence wait ; Till, when...
Стр. 103 - The mist-like banners clasped the air. As clouds with clouds embrace. But, when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer, The white pavilions rose and fell, On the alarmed air. Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star, The ghastly host was dead.
Стр. 13 - The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane, The reek o' the cot hung over the plain, — Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane ; When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme, Late, late in the gloamin...