Werner's Readings and Recitations: All-round (c1891)E.S. Werner, 1891 - Readers |
Common terms and phrases
ain't ANNA KATHARINE GREEN apple-tree baby beat Beatrice beautiful Bess Bill's eye blue bonny Boom-tidera-da-boom Boum-Boum brave bride Brindle chariot child cradle will rock cried Dada daughter dead dear death dress Drummer Boy duck eyes face fair father feet flash flowers gift girl glass grace gray Guido hair hand Hans Vogel happiness head hear heart Hiawassee hielan Hippias horse JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY king kiss Lady of Shalott laugh light lips little François live look maid maiden mamma Marcus morning mother never night nyssa o'er ogre old sweetheart Palestine passed play pretty round Sary Jane Sassard seemed sigh sing Sleary sleep smile song stood sweet Swing-swong swingity-swo tell there's thing thou thought to-day Toccoa trees turned twas voice waited Whip-poor-will Who'll buy wife
Popular passages
Page 148 - As one who knows where there's a task to do, Man's honest will must Heaven's good grace command; Who trusts the strength will with the burden grow, That God makes instruments to work His will, If but that will we can arrive to know, Nor tamper with the weights of good and ill. So he went forth to battle, on the side That he felt clear was Liberty's and Right's, As in his peasant boyhood he had plied His warfare with rude nature's thwarting mights; — The uncleared forest, the unbroken soil, The...
Page 148 - How humble, yet how hopeful, -he could be; How, in good fortune and in ill, the same; Nor bitter in success, nor boastful he, Thirsty for gold, nor feverish for fame.
Page 147 - You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier, You, who with mocking pencil wont to trace, Broad for the self-complacent British sneer, His length of shambling limb, his furrowed face, His gaunt, gnarled hands, his unkempt, bristling hair, His garb uncouth, his bearing ill at ease, His lack of all we prize as debonair, Of power or will to shine, of art to please ; You, whose smart pen backed up the pencil's laugh, Judging each step as though the way were plain, Reckless, so it could point its paragraph...
Page 147 - Yes, he had lived to shame me from my sneer, To lame my pencil, and confute my pen; To make me own this hind of Princes peer, This rail-splitter a true-born king of men.
Page 99 - Winds and our flag of stripe and star Shall bear to coasts that lie afar, Where men shall wonder at the view, And ask in what fair groves they grew ; And sojourners beyond the sea Shall think of childhood's careless day, And long, long hours of summer play, In the shade of the apple-tree.
Page 149 - The words of mercy were upon his lips, Forgiveness in his heart and on his pen, When this vile murderer brought swift eclipse To thoughts of peace on earth, good will to men.
Page 98 - Buds which the breath of summer days Shall lengthen into leafy sprays ; Boughs where the thrush, with crimson breast, Shall haunt and sing and hide her nest...
Page 89 - Little Jack Horner Sat in a corner Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!
Page 100 - As one who cons at evening o'er an album, all alone, And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known, So I turn the leaves of Fancy, till, in shadowy design, I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine. The lamplight seems to glimmer with a flicker of surprise, As I turn it low — to rest me of the dazzle in my eyes, And light my pipe in silence, save a sigh that seems to yoke Its fate with my tobacco and to vanish with the smoke.
Page 101 - When I should be her lover forever and a day, And she my faithful sweetheart till the golden hair was gray; And we should be so happy that when either's lips were dumb They would not smile in Heaven till the other's kiss had come. ******* But, ah! my dream is broken by a step upon the stair, And the door is softly opened, and — my wife is standing there; Yet with eagerness and rapture all my visions I resign To greet the living presence of that old sweetheart of mine.