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Cathcart's Youth's Speaker; Selections in Prose, Poetry, and Dialogues, for Declamation and Recitation: Suited to the Capacities of Youth, and

Cathcart's Youth's Speaker; Selections in Prose, Poetry, and Dialogues, for Declamation and Recitation: Suited to the Capacities of Youth, and

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ISBN10: 1150798289
ISBN13: 9781150798283
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 162
Weight: 0.54
Height: 0.37 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 Excerpt: ... of bliss Let off in one tremendous kiss! What's that? the startled master cries; That, thir, a little imp replies, Wath William Willith, if you pleathe, -I thaw him kith Thuthanna Peathe! With frown to make a statue thrill, The master thundered, Hither, Will! Like wretch o'ertaken in his track, With stolen chattels on his back, Will hung his head in fear and shame, And to the awful presence came, --A great, green, bashful simpleton, The butt of all good-natured fun. With smile suppressed and birch upraised The threatener faltered, I'm amazed That you, my biggest pupil, should Be guilty of an act so rude! Before the whole set school to boot--What evil genius put you to't? 'T was she herself, sir, sobbed the lad, I did not mean to be so bad; But when Susannah shook her curls, And whispered I was 'fraid of girls, And dursn't kiss a baby's doll, I could n't stand it, sir, at all, But up and kissed her on the spot! I know--boo-hoo--I ought to not, But, somehow, from her looks--boo-hoo--I thought she kind o' wished me to! Ex. 80.--THE QUARREL.--Coleridge. ALAS! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain. And thus it chanced, as I divine, With Boland and Sir Leoline! Each spoke words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother; They parted, --ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining. They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder Shall wholly do aw...