Common School Readings: Containing New Selections in Prose and Poetry for Declamation, Recitation, and Elocutionary Readings in Common Schools |
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... mother , Since we gave up our only dear one , And I bade ' good - by ' to a brother , And you bade ' good - by ' to a son ; And you know when our eyes were o'erflowing , How he said : With his life in his hand- And his soul in God's ...
... mother , Since we gave up our only dear one , And I bade ' good - by ' to a brother , And you bade ' good - by ' to a son ; And you know when our eyes were o'erflowing , How he said : With his life in his hand- And his soul in God's ...
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... mother , When it shattered the heart of her son ! O ! daughters of true - hearted mothers ! I am praying as never before , For the day you shall welcome your brothers— Though mine I shall welcome no more ! Yet why all this dread and ...
... mother , When it shattered the heart of her son ! O ! daughters of true - hearted mothers ! I am praying as never before , For the day you shall welcome your brothers— Though mine I shall welcome no more ! Yet why all this dread and ...
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... mother's gosling fell Crisped to a crackling coal . I saw the ox that browsed the grass Writhe in the blistering rays , The herbage in his shrinking jaws Was all a fiery blaze ; I saw huge fishes , boiled to rags , Bob through the ...
... mother's gosling fell Crisped to a crackling coal . I saw the ox that browsed the grass Writhe in the blistering rays , The herbage in his shrinking jaws Was all a fiery blaze ; I saw huge fishes , boiled to rags , Bob through the ...
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... mothers mares , And all their daughters fillies ; Strange it was to hear , I'll tell you what's a good ' un , They call their leather queer , And half their shoes are wooden . III . Signs I had to make For every little notion ; Limbs ...
... mothers mares , And all their daughters fillies ; Strange it was to hear , I'll tell you what's a good ' un , They call their leather queer , And half their shoes are wooden . III . Signs I had to make For every little notion ; Limbs ...
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... Mothers shall pray for you , fathers shall bless you , Maidens shall weep for you when you are gone ! Never or now ! cries the blood of a nation , Poured on the turf where the red rose should bloom ; Now is the day and the hour of ...
... Mothers shall pray for you , fathers shall bless you , Maidens shall weep for you when you are gone ! Never or now ! cries the blood of a nation , Poured on the turf where the red rose should bloom ; Now is the day and the hour of ...
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Page 184 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 129 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 29 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, but spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, over the face of the leader came ; the nobler nature within him stirred to life at that woman's deed and word. "Who touches a hair of yon gray head dies like a dog ! March on !
Page 184 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 33 - But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember, what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.
Page 191 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Page 154 - Publish it from the pulpit; religion will approve it, and the love of religious liberty will cling round it, resolved to stand with it, or fall with it, Send it to the public halls; proclaim it there; let them hear it who heard the first roar of the enemy's cannon; let them see it who saw their brothers and their sons fall on the field of Bunker Hill, and in the streets of Lexington and Concord, and the very walls will cry out in its support "Sir, I know the uncertainty of human affairs, but I see,...
Page 114 - Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw, Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too, Steel of the finest, bright and blue; Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he "put her through.
Page 91 - Both read the same Bible and pray to the same God, and each invokes His aid against the other. It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God's. assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces, but let us judge not, that we be not judged.
Page 222 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.