The modern elocutionist, compiled and ed. by J.A. JenningsJohn Andrew Jennings 1878 |
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... sleep or stupor , he makes , of a sudden , a strong effort to get out of bed . " Stay , Jo ! What now ? " " It's time for me to go to that there berryin ground , sir , " he returns with a wild look . " Lie down , and tell me . What ...
... sleep or stupor , he makes , of a sudden , a strong effort to get out of bed . " Stay , Jo ! What now ? " " It's time for me to go to that there berryin ground , sir , " he returns with a wild look . " Lie down , and tell me . What ...
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... sleep in consecrated ground ? or is it but a pious fiction , a generous oversight , in the survivors , which thus tricks out men's epitaphs when dead , who in their lifetime discharged the offices of life , perhaps , but lamely ? Their ...
... sleep in consecrated ground ? or is it but a pious fiction , a generous oversight , in the survivors , which thus tricks out men's epitaphs when dead , who in their lifetime discharged the offices of life , perhaps , but lamely ? Their ...
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... sleep before now , sir ; as I have sat by watching , I have seen her lips move , and have known , though no sound ... sleeping soundly , " he said ; " but no wonder . Angel hands have strewn the ground deep with snow , that the lightest ...
... sleep before now , sir ; as I have sat by watching , I have seen her lips move , and have known , though no sound ... sleeping soundly , " he said ; " but no wonder . Angel hands have strewn the ground deep with snow , that the lightest ...
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... left no print upon the dewy ground to guide me . " * * She was dead . There , upon her little bed , she lay at rest . The solemn stillness was no marvel now . D She was dead . No sleep so beautiful and calm THE MODERN ELOCUTIONIST . 33.
... left no print upon the dewy ground to guide me . " * * She was dead . There , upon her little bed , she lay at rest . The solemn stillness was no marvel now . D She was dead . No sleep so beautiful and calm THE MODERN ELOCUTIONIST . 33.
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John Andrew Jennings. She was dead . No sleep so beautiful and calm , so free from trace of pain , so fair to look upon . She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God , and waiting for the breath of life ; not one who had lived and ...
John Andrew Jennings. She was dead . No sleep so beautiful and calm , so free from trace of pain , so fair to look upon . She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God , and waiting for the breath of life ; not one who had lived and ...
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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.