The Reader and Speaker: Containing Lessons for Rhetorical Reading and DeclamationFrench & Adlard, 1836 - 215 страница |
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... MOTHER ? WHAT is that , mother ? The lark , my child . The morn has just looked out , and smiled , When he starts from his humble grassy nest , And is up and away with the dew on his breast , HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY HARVARDIANS CHRISTO ...
... MOTHER ? WHAT is that , mother ? The lark , my child . The morn has just looked out , and smiled , When he starts from his humble grassy nest , And is up and away with the dew on his breast , HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY HARVARDIANS CHRISTO ...
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... mother ? The dove , my son.— And that low sweet voice , like a widow's moan , Is flowing out from her gentle breast , Constant and pure by that lonely nest , As the wave is poured from some crystal urn , For her distant dear one's quick ...
... mother ? The dove , my son.— And that low sweet voice , like a widow's moan , Is flowing out from her gentle breast , Constant and pure by that lonely nest , As the wave is poured from some crystal urn , For her distant dear one's quick ...
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... mother lies low , When suddenly came on a thick fall of snow- And I know not a step of my way . " " This is craft ! " cried the farmer , " if I judge aright , I suspect thy cursed gang may be near ; Thou wouldst open the doors to the ...
... mother lies low , When suddenly came on a thick fall of snow- And I know not a step of my way . " " This is craft ! " cried the farmer , " if I judge aright , I suspect thy cursed gang may be near ; Thou wouldst open the doors to the ...
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... . Mr. Blake set off on foot in search of assistance , and pe- rished in the storm , before he could reach a human dwelling . The mother , alarmed ( as is supposed ) at his long absence , went in quest of him with READER AND SPEAKER . 31.
... . Mr. Blake set off on foot in search of assistance , and pe- rished in the storm , before he could reach a human dwelling . The mother , alarmed ( as is supposed ) at his long absence , went in quest of him with READER AND SPEAKER . 31.
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... mother wandered with her child . As through the drifted snows she pressed , The babe was sleeping on her breast . And colder still the winds did blow , And darker hours of night came on , And deeper grew the drifts of snow- Her limbs ...
... mother wandered with her child . As through the drifted snows she pressed , The babe was sleeping on her breast . And colder still the winds did blow , And darker hours of night came on , And deeper grew the drifts of snow- Her limbs ...
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Altorf animals arms aunt Miffin beauty bible bird bosom breath bright Carolina child Clara Clara's heart clouds cold coral creeper plants cup and ball Dan Jones dark dead dear death deep earth father fear feel fire flowers Flustras gone grave hand happy feet hath head heard heart heaven Helen honour hour John Harris kiss land light live lone look Lord Cornwallis Lord Rawdon loungers morning mother mountains mule never night o'er ocean passed peace poor portmanteaus pray pride RED SQUIRREL rock rolled round scene shining shore Silk-Worm sister sleep smile snow soldier soon South Carolina spirit stars Stew stone storm sweet Tarpeian rock tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand tree Vespasian voice walked waves wind wing young youth
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Страница 77 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
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