The modern elocutionist, compiled and ed. by J.A. JenningsJohn Andrew Jennings 1878 |
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... drew its breath so softly , and now and then with a deep respiration , as if it sighed ; and the mother looked still more sorrowfully on the little creature . Then a knocking was heard at the door , and 12 THE MODERN ELOCUTIONIST .
... drew its breath so softly , and now and then with a deep respiration , as if it sighed ; and the mother looked still more sorrowfully on the little creature . Then a knocking was heard at the door , and 12 THE MODERN ELOCUTIONIST .
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John Andrew Jennings. Then a knocking was heard at the door , and in came a poor old man wrapped up as in a large horse - cloth , for it warms one , and he needed it , as it was the cold winter season ! Everything out of doors was ...
John Andrew Jennings. Then a knocking was heard at the door , and in came a poor old man wrapped up as in a large horse - cloth , for it warms one , and he needed it , as it was the cold winter season ! Everything out of doors was ...
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... what , sir , am I to understand by this ? " inquired the aggressor . " You will understand , sir , that my friend forgives you— he is dead ! " ANONYMOUS . THE DEATH OF LITTLE NELL . The heavy door had 30 THE MODERN ELOCUTIONIST .
... what , sir , am I to understand by this ? " inquired the aggressor . " You will understand , sir , that my friend forgives you— he is dead ! " ANONYMOUS . THE DEATH OF LITTLE NELL . The heavy door had 30 THE MODERN ELOCUTIONIST .
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John Andrew Jennings. THE DEATH OF LITTLE NELL . The heavy door had closed behind him , on his entrance , with a crash that made him start . The figure neither spoke , nor turned to look , nor gave in any other way the faintest sign of ...
John Andrew Jennings. THE DEATH OF LITTLE NELL . The heavy door had closed behind him , on his entrance , with a crash that made him start . The figure neither spoke , nor turned to look , nor gave in any other way the faintest sign of ...
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... doors waiting for thee to pluck them ? Why dost thou lie so idle there , when thy little friends come creeping to the door , crying , Where is Nell - sweet Nell ? ' — and sob and weep because they do not see thee ? She was always gentle ...
... doors waiting for thee to pluck them ? Why dost thou lie so idle there , when thy little friends come creeping to the door , crying , Where is Nell - sweet Nell ? ' — and sob and weep because they do not see thee ? She was always gentle ...
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Common terms and phrases
Annabel Lee arms Baby Bell beautiful snow Bessie Betsey Bingen bless brave breast breath BRET HARTE bright brow CHARLES DICKENS cheek child cried dark darling dead dear death deep door dream earth EDGAR ALLAN POE eyes face fair father fear feet fell flowers grave Gregsbury hair hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Helon kind permission kissed knew lady Lars Porsena laugh light lips live look Lord M'INTOSH Malaprop Mayton morning mother never nevermore night o'er pale poor pray prayer Quoth the Raven rose round SAMUEL K seem'd sleep smile soft soul speak stood sweet T. B. ALDRICH tears tell tender thee there's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought to-day told Twas voice weep wind wonder word young
Popular passages
Page 220 - THE BELLS. HEAR the sledges with the bells — Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 95 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 451 - I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Page 91 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door; "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
Page 283 - I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!
Page 430 - God ! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent,— Weary of solid firmness, — melt itself Into the sea ! and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips...
Page 125 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Page 160 - 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 348 - Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, 'Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — Followed the Piper for their lives.
Page 78 - Between the dark and the daylight, when the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, that is known as the Children's Hour.