Wartime and Patriotic Selections for Recitation and ReadingShrewsbury Publishing Company, 1918 - Počet stran: 159 |
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... sweet Lovingkindness . -ROBERT BRIDGES , in the London Times . April 30 , 1917 . - THE STARS AND STRIPES We who in the old days - the easy days of pleasuring- Loitered in the distant lands - we know the thrill that came When in far ...
... sweet Lovingkindness . -ROBERT BRIDGES , in the London Times . April 30 , 1917 . - THE STARS AND STRIPES We who in the old days - the easy days of pleasuring- Loitered in the distant lands - we know the thrill that came When in far ...
Strana 20
... sweet , and iron - strong , That calls three million men to their feet , Ready to march , and steady to meet The foes who threaten that name with wrong , - A name that rings like a battle - song . I give you France ! Give us a name to ...
... sweet , and iron - strong , That calls three million men to their feet , Ready to march , and steady to meet The foes who threaten that name with wrong , - A name that rings like a battle - song . I give you France ! Give us a name to ...
Strana 21
... sweet , And here his tiny shoe and sock I made with loving care for his dear feet . I fold the frock across my breast , And in imagination , ah , my sweet , Once more I hush my babe to rest , And once again I warm those little feet ...
... sweet , And here his tiny shoe and sock I made with loving care for his dear feet . I fold the frock across my breast , And in imagination , ah , my sweet , Once more I hush my babe to rest , And once again I warm those little feet ...
Strana 57
... sweet Ireland ye lie cold an ' dead— God rest you ! God rest you , avick ! In Galway the sunshine has come afther rain , An ' the lilacs an ' elders are out in the lane , But it's you'll never see them nor smell them again— God rest you ...
... sweet Ireland ye lie cold an ' dead— God rest you ! God rest you , avick ! In Galway the sunshine has come afther rain , An ' the lilacs an ' elders are out in the lane , But it's you'll never see them nor smell them again— God rest you ...
Strana 68
... A voice so fresh and sweet ; Clear as a silver bell , Fresh as the morning dews : " C'est toi , c'est toi , Marcel ! Mon frère , comme je suis heureuse ! " So over the blanket's rim I raised my terrible face 68 WARTIME SELECTIONS.
... A voice so fresh and sweet ; Clear as a silver bell , Fresh as the morning dews : " C'est toi , c'est toi , Marcel ! Mon frère , comme je suis heureuse ! " So over the blanket's rim I raised my terrible face 68 WARTIME SELECTIONS.
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Strana 124 - Peace, peace ! — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun ! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms. Our brethren are already in the field. Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take ; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death ! Patrick Henry...
Strana 138 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England! and saint George ! [Exeunt.
Strana 130 - We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final restingplace of those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. 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.
Strana 91 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on.
Strana 96 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there.
Strana 25 - If I should die, think only this of me : That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England.
Strana 89 - O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream.
Strana 24 - It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear.
Strana 122 - What terms shall we find, which have not already been exhausted ? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves longer. Sir, we have done everything that could be done, to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the Ministry and Parliament. Our petitions...
Strana 131 - ... that the nation shall, under God, have a new birth of freedom, and that the government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth.