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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... Look for the homeless , friendless , for every little one Is dear to me for Jesus ' sake , and for my own dear son , Who dwells with Him in Heaven and cannot happy be , Because - O Christ ! have pity ! -because of sinful me . ' Then ...
... Look for the homeless , friendless , for every little one Is dear to me for Jesus ' sake , and for my own dear son , Who dwells with Him in Heaven and cannot happy be , Because - O Christ ! have pity ! -because of sinful me . ' Then ...
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... look on me , While a tremblin ' finger pointed through the door to the ragin ' sea . Then she beckoned me near , and whispered , " Go , and God's will be done ! For every lad on that ship , John , is some poor mother's son . " Her head ...
... look on me , While a tremblin ' finger pointed through the door to the ragin ' sea . Then she beckoned me near , and whispered , " Go , and God's will be done ! For every lad on that ship , John , is some poor mother's son . " Her head ...
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... Look here ! 66 I'm able to bear it now , lad - tell me , and never fear . " Not one on ' em ever answered , but presently Ben goes out , And the others slinks away like , and I says , “ What's this about ? Why can't they tell me plainly ...
... Look here ! 66 I'm able to bear it now , lad - tell me , and never fear . " Not one on ' em ever answered , but presently Ben goes out , And the others slinks away like , and I says , “ What's this about ? Why can't they tell me plainly ...
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... look on my son Jack ? He's our right hand now , sir ; ' twas Providence pulled him through- He's allus the first aboard her when the lifeboat wants a crew . GEORGE R. SIMS . THE GREAT ISSUE . SUCH , fellow - citizens , as I contemplate ...
... look on my son Jack ? He's our right hand now , sir ; ' twas Providence pulled him through- He's allus the first aboard her when the lifeboat wants a crew . GEORGE R. SIMS . THE GREAT ISSUE . SUCH , fellow - citizens , as I contemplate ...
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... look in people's eyes , With H. O. N. and LL.D. , In big , brave letters fair to see ! Your fist , old fellow ... looks fondly up at Bill . Ah ! pensive scholar , what is fame ? A fitful tongue of leaping flame- A giddy whirlwind's ...
... look in people's eyes , With H. O. N. and LL.D. , In big , brave letters fair to see ! Your fist , old fellow ... looks fondly up at Bill . Ah ! pensive scholar , what is fame ? A fitful tongue of leaping flame- A giddy whirlwind's ...
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