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... hair ; They shall find real saints to draw from - Magdalene , Peter and Paul ; They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all ! And only the Master shall praise us , and only the Master shall blame And no one shall ...
... hair ; They shall find real saints to draw from - Magdalene , Peter and Paul ; They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all ! And only the Master shall praise us , and only the Master shall blame And no one shall ...
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... stepped forth , with sullen air , And wound red fox - tails in his hair ; But one with face of proud delight Entwined a crest of snowy white . She stood between , she sudden gave The sign , Page 40 ] The Sioux Chief's Daughter.
... stepped forth , with sullen air , And wound red fox - tails in his hair ; But one with face of proud delight Entwined a crest of snowy white . She stood between , she sudden gave The sign , Page 40 ] The Sioux Chief's Daughter.
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... hair you kissed , my long strong hair , Is reaching to the ruddy tide That you may clutch it when you come . How slow he buffets back the wave ! O God [ Page 41.
... hair you kissed , my long strong hair , Is reaching to the ruddy tide That you may clutch it when you come . How slow he buffets back the wave ! O God [ Page 41.
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... hair was darker that her eye ; And something in her smile and frown , Curled crimson lip , and instep high , Showed that there ran in each blue vein , The vigorous vintage of old Spain . The air was heavy , the night was hot , I sat by ...
... hair was darker that her eye ; And something in her smile and frown , Curled crimson lip , and instep high , Showed that there ran in each blue vein , The vigorous vintage of old Spain . The air was heavy , the night was hot , I sat by ...
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... hair ; Upon whose bosom snow has lain ; Who intimately lives with rain . Poems are made by fools like me , But only God can make a tree . -Joyce Kilmer . A TELEPATHIC LOVE SONG ( To an unseen sweetheart ) [ Page 49 A Road Rapsody Trees.
... hair ; Upon whose bosom snow has lain ; Who intimately lives with rain . Poems are made by fools like me , But only God can make a tree . -Joyce Kilmer . A TELEPATHIC LOVE SONG ( To an unseen sweetheart ) [ Page 49 A Road Rapsody Trees.
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action bells bird blue bough boy's dog brave bridge California clover crost the Bay dance dawn comes dead deep denials and affirmations dream earth Ella Wheeler Wilcox Elocution EXAMPLE FOR PRACTICE eyes face feet fishes play flowers flyin frogs Gestures grace grass hair happy heart hills Idaho India San Joaquin Miller kiss Lasca lips Lochinvar looked Love is rife love to music Love's lover loves you-loves Melody Mephisto mind never night Olivia Kingsland Orotund outer China crost Pause perfume Poverty Flat Pure Tone quality of voice raining rain red fox Remember that denials resonance road to Mandalay rock round Rudyard Kipling San Francisco knows set my love Sing a song smiling snow soul speech stars sunny hours sweet Sweetheart tell there's things thought Thought-Bloom thunder outer China trees wait West begins Whisper wild wind word
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Страница 20 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Страница 25 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings ;* who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb show, and noise : I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant ; it out-herods Herod : Pray you, avoid it.
Страница 27 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
Страница 25 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Страница 27 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Страница 33 - There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, Can circumvent or hinder or control The firm resolve of a determined soul. Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great; All things give way before it, soon or late.
Страница 25 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor ; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature ; for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, — whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature ; scorn, her own image ; and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Страница 10 - For the temple-bells are callin', an' it's there that I would be — By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea; On the road to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay, With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay! On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
Страница 14 - WHEN Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it — lie down for an aeon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew ! And those that were good shall be happy : they shall sit in a golden chair; They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets...
Страница 52 - And the hum of the smallest of talk, — Somehow, Joe, I thought of the " Ferry," And the dance that we had on "The Fork;" . • Of Harrison's barn, with its muster Of flags festooned over the wall; Of the candles that shed their soft lustre And tallow on head-dress and shawl; Of the steps that we took to one fiddle; Of the dress of my queer...