The Elocutionist's Annual ...: Comprising New and Popular Readings, Recitations, Declamations, Dialogues, Tableaux, Etc., Etc, Издање 14National School of Elocution and Oratory, 1889 |
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... Head and the Heart ,. J. G. Saxe 186 DIALOGUES , TABLEAUX , ETC. Orlando's Wooing , · Shakespeare . 187 The Artist's Dream ,. 193 Columbus Before Ferdinand and Isabella ,. A Pleasant Acquaintance , The Stolen Bird's Nest ...
... Head and the Heart ,. J. G. Saxe 186 DIALOGUES , TABLEAUX , ETC. Orlando's Wooing , · Shakespeare . 187 The Artist's Dream ,. 193 Columbus Before Ferdinand and Isabella ,. A Pleasant Acquaintance , The Stolen Bird's Nest ...
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... head of his cavalry , halted on the eminence where stood Napoleon . There was in the corps a drummer - boy , a gamin whom Desaix had picked up in the streets of Paris . He had followed the victorious eagle of France in the campaigns of ...
... head of his cavalry , halted on the eminence where stood Napoleon . There was in the corps a drummer - boy , a gamin whom Desaix had picked up in the streets of Paris . He had followed the victorious eagle of France in the campaigns of ...
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... head and wondering , looked around . No more four walls confined her gaze ; before her , far and wide , She saw a beauteous valley spread , with hills on either side . Amid the verdant grasses clear streams of water strayed , And trees ...
... head and wondering , looked around . No more four walls confined her gaze ; before her , far and wide , She saw a beauteous valley spread , with hills on either side . Amid the verdant grasses clear streams of water strayed , And trees ...
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... head is to His bosom pressed ; Why quivers thus my Lady's heart within her throbbing breast , As thus she murmurs to herself , unheard by all save one , " Ah ! my darling mourns his mother in the arms of Mary's Son . " But the little ...
... head is to His bosom pressed ; Why quivers thus my Lady's heart within her throbbing breast , As thus she murmurs to herself , unheard by all save one , " Ah ! my darling mourns his mother in the arms of Mary's Son . " But the little ...
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... head was full of the boy , sir - she was thinking , maybe , some day For lack of a hand to help him his life might be cast away . " Go , John , and the Lord watch o'er you ! and spare me to see the light , And bring you safe , " she ...
... head was full of the boy , sir - she was thinking , maybe , some day For lack of a hand to help him his life might be cast away . " Go , John , and the Lord watch o'er you ! and spare me to see the light , And bring you safe , " she ...
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