Common School Readings: Containing New Selections in Prose and Poetry for Declamation, Recitation, and Elocutionary Readings in Common SchoolsH.H. Bancroft, 1868 - 230 страница |
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... fires ; As the roar On the shore , Swept the strong battle - breakers o'er the green - sodded acres Of the plain ; And louder , louder , louder ... fire Through the ranks ! 25 Then the old - fashioned Colonel Galloped through the white 2.
... fires ; As the roar On the shore , Swept the strong battle - breakers o'er the green - sodded acres Of the plain ; And louder , louder , louder ... fire Through the ranks ! 25 Then the old - fashioned Colonel Galloped through the white 2.
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... fire of shrapnel and shell , Through without faltering , -clear through with a yell , Right in their midst , in the turmoil and gloom , Like heroes we dashed at the mandate of Doom ! Oh , that last charge ! 27 27 BARBARA FRIETCHIE , It ...
... fire of shrapnel and shell , Through without faltering , -clear through with a yell , Right in their midst , in the turmoil and gloom , Like heroes we dashed at the mandate of Doom ! Oh , that last charge ! 27 27 BARBARA FRIETCHIE , It ...
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... Fire ! " - out blazed the rifle - blast . It shivered the window , pane and sash ; It rent the banner with seam and gash . Quick as it fell from the broken staff , Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf ; She leaned far out on the ...
... Fire ! " - out blazed the rifle - blast . It shivered the window , pane and sash ; It rent the banner with seam and gash . Quick as it fell from the broken staff , Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf ; She leaned far out on the ...
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... fire the volley ; What to him are all our wars , What but death - bemocking folly ? Lay him low , lay him low , In the clover or the snow ! What cares he ? he cannot know ; Lay him low ! Leave him to God's watching eye , Trust him to ...
... fire the volley ; What to him are all our wars , What but death - bemocking folly ? Lay him low , lay him low , In the clover or the snow ! What cares he ? he cannot know ; Lay him low ! Leave him to God's watching eye , Trust him to ...
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... fire the bolt of men Thet rived the Rebel line asunder ? " T ain't right to hev the young go fust , All throbbin ' full o ' gifts an ' graces , Leavin ' life's paupers dry ez dust To try an ' make b'lieve fill their places : Nothin ...
... fire the bolt of men Thet rived the Rebel line asunder ? " T ain't right to hev the young go fust , All throbbin ' full o ' gifts an ' graces , Leavin ' life's paupers dry ez dust To try an ' make b'lieve fill their places : Nothin ...
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American arms Babie Bell banner BARBARA FRIETCHIE battle battle of Hastings beat beautiful snow bells bless blood brave Caudle common school cousin Sally Dilliard curse against Canaan dead dear death DOUGLAS JERROLD earth eyes fathers feeling fight fire flag forever Freedom glory glow H. H. BANCROFT hand hear heart heaven honor human John Burns Katie Katie Lee labor land Lay him low liberty light lips little drummer live look Martha Mason MAUD MULLER mighty moral morning mother mountain nation never Nicholas night o'er ocean Palmerston Paul Revere peace pray rat-tat-too rebel Ring roar rolling round shore slavery sleep Smike smile song soul Squeers stars sweet tell thee there's thet thou thousand thunder thundering bands to-day toil Union voice waves WEBSTER Weller wery wild young
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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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 !
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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
Страница 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,...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.