Der Junge Declamator: Eine Sammlung poetischer und prosaischer Stücke aus der neuern deutschen und englischen LiteraturH. Werz, 1863 - 227 pages |
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Page 173
... little friend Tomtit ? " " Some call him foppish in his ways But , " said the swallow ... poor bird so ; I gave wool the nest to line , But the nest was none of mine ... little Mary Green ; I think I never heard Of any thing so mean 173.
... little friend Tomtit ? " " Some call him foppish in his ways But , " said the swallow ... poor bird so ; I gave wool the nest to line , But the nest was none of mine ... little Mary Green ; I think I never heard Of any thing so mean 173.
Page 174
... thing so mean . ' Tis very cruel , too , Said little Alice Neal : I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel ? A little boy hung down his head , And went and hid behind the bed ; For HE stole that preety nest From poor little ...
... thing so mean . ' Tis very cruel , too , Said little Alice Neal : I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel ? A little boy hung down his head , And went and hid behind the bed ; For HE stole that preety nest From poor little ...
Page 179
... Poor Donkey , I'm sure they forget " tit for tat . " There's honest old Tray ... little innocents drowned , Although she catches the mischievous rat ; Be ... thing else in its way . In cases like these , it is proper and pat , To make ...
... Poor Donkey , I'm sure they forget " tit for tat . " There's honest old Tray ... little innocents drowned , Although she catches the mischievous rat ; Be ... thing else in its way . In cases like these , it is proper and pat , To make ...
Page 189
... poor thing ? He will sit in a barn , and keep himself warm , And hide his head under his wing , poor thing ! The north wind doth blow , and we shall have snow , And what will the swallow do then , poor thing ? O ! do you not know ? He ...
... poor thing ? He will sit in a barn , and keep himself warm , And hide his head under his wing , poor thing ! The north wind doth blow , and we shall have snow , And what will the swallow do then , poor thing ? O ! do you not know ? He ...
Page 198
... thing that perished there , Was that young faithful heart . 59. MEDDLESOME ... little maid ; " Ah ! well , " thought she , " I'll try them on , As soon as grand - mamma is gone . " Forthwith she ... Poor eyes , and nose , and mouth , and 198.
... thing that perished there , Was that young faithful heart . 59. MEDDLESOME ... little maid ; " Ah ! well , " thought she , " I'll try them on , As soon as grand - mamma is gone . " Forthwith she ... Poor eyes , and nose , and mouth , and 198.
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Page 214 - 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 ; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star ; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — " The foe ! they come, they come ! " And wild and high the
Page 214 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay ; The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent...
Page 209 - You'd scarce expect one of my age, To speak in' public on the stage ; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow ; Tall oaks from little acorns grow...
Page 218 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 214 - 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...
Page 219 - A tear out of his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing —sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Page 214 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd 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...
Page 214 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 221 - tis green, sir, I assure ye." " Green ! " cries the other in a fury : " Why, sir, d'ye think I've lost my eyes ? " " 'Twere no great loss," the friend replies ; " For if they always serve you thus, You'll find them of but little use.
Page 210 - Little by little," said a thoughtful boy, " Moment by moment, I'll well employ, Learning a little every day, And not spending all my time in play. And still this rule in my mind shall dwell :' Whatever I do, I will do it well.' Little by little, I'll learn to know The treasured wisdom of long ago ; And one of these days perhaps we'll see That the world will be the better for me.