The Speaker, Volume 3Pearson Brothers, 1908 - Readers |
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... voice training , argumentation and debate . Every address is prepared for the special occasion under the direc- tion and criticism of the instructor , and the course ends with a banquet , at which every man gives an after - dinner ...
... voice training , argumentation and debate . Every address is prepared for the special occasion under the direc- tion and criticism of the instructor , and the course ends with a banquet , at which every man gives an after - dinner ...
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... voice came back on the wind : " How firm a founda - tion , ye sa - aints of the Lo - ord ! " She wiped the tears from her eyes and came back through the corn , slowly ; all her withered figure drooped . She was used , like other women ...
... voice came back on the wind : " How firm a founda - tion , ye sa - aints of the Lo - ord ! " She wiped the tears from her eyes and came back through the corn , slowly ; all her withered figure drooped . She was used , like other women ...
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... voice , " How firm a foundation . " The clock struck half - past nine with an ecclesiastical tone . Mrs. Matthews stopped singing and went to the window . She leaned , listening for the sedate hoofs of old Hezekiah , or the lame rumble ...
... voice , " How firm a foundation . " The clock struck half - past nine with an ecclesiastical tone . Mrs. Matthews stopped singing and went to the window . She leaned , listening for the sedate hoofs of old Hezekiah , or the lame rumble ...
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... voice , " that we may as well conduct family prayers . " 66 Very well , " said his wife , " if you've had your supper . I'll put away the dishes first . " She did so , methodically and quietly , as if nothing out of the common course of ...
... voice , " that we may as well conduct family prayers . " 66 Very well , " said his wife , " if you've had your supper . I'll put away the dishes first . " She did so , methodically and quietly , as if nothing out of the common course of ...
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Then the parson read , in a firm voice , a psalm - the ninety- first ; and then he took the hand of his wife in his , and ... voice within prayed on : " We trust Thee , O Lord , - " 66 Open the door , or we will pull your shanty down ...
Then the parson read , in a firm voice , a psalm - the ninety- first ; and then he took the hand of his wife in his , and ... voice within prayed on : " We trust Thee , O Lord , - " 66 Open the door , or we will pull your shanty down ...
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Page 355 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Page 344 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Page 354 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN ! my Captain ! our fearful trip is done ; The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring. But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies. Fallen cold and dead.
Page 349 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 314 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 343 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never - nevermore.
Page 318 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 307 - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.
Page 351 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace— reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there; Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Page 316 - And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.