The Scrap-book: It Being a Thousand Gems of Prose and PoetryW. L. Allison, 1899 - 360 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 100 találatból.
4. oldal
... Book contains it . These are my reasons for offering The Scrap - Book , as the product of twenty years ' labor of love . Yours very truly , E. L. C. WARD . INTRODUCTION . IT is just as true that the world 4 THE SCRAP - BOOK .
... Book contains it . These are my reasons for offering The Scrap - Book , as the product of twenty years ' labor of love . Yours very truly , E. L. C. WARD . INTRODUCTION . IT is just as true that the world 4 THE SCRAP - BOOK .
5. oldal
... true that the world loves a scrap - book , as it is that it loves the lover . Why it has not heretofore been given this want in handy popular form has long been a mystery to the writer . Long since have the fields of literature been ...
... true that the world loves a scrap - book , as it is that it loves the lover . Why it has not heretofore been given this want in handy popular form has long been a mystery to the writer . Long since have the fields of literature been ...
10. oldal
... true to me . All my faults perchance thou knowest , All my madness none can know , All my hopes , where'er thou goest , Whither , yet with thee they go . Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride , which not a world could bow , Bows to ...
... true to me . All my faults perchance thou knowest , All my madness none can know , All my hopes , where'er thou goest , Whither , yet with thee they go . Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride , which not a world could bow , Bows to ...
18. oldal
... best , maturest fruit most sweet ; Much have we lost , more gained , al- though ' tis true , We tread life's way with most uncer- tain feet . We're growing old . We move along , and scatter , as we pace 18 THE SCRAP - BOOK .
... best , maturest fruit most sweet ; Much have we lost , more gained , al- though ' tis true , We tread life's way with most uncer- tain feet . We're growing old . We move along , and scatter , as we pace 18 THE SCRAP - BOOK .
22. oldal
... true , my friend , And steadfast , come what may ; God grant our paths run side by side And part not all the way ; But if it be that part we must- God only knoweth whether- There's comfort in the thought that night Will bring us home ...
... true , my friend , And steadfast , come what may ; God grant our paths run side by side And part not all the way ; But if it be that part we must- God only knoweth whether- There's comfort in the thought that night Will bring us home ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
The Scrap-Book: Being a Thousand Gems of Prose and Poetry Edward Louis Colen Ward Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2017 |
The Scrap-Book: It Being a Thousand Gems of Prose and Poetry Edward Louis Colen Ward Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
The Scrap-Book: It Being a Thousand Gems of Prose and Poetry Edward Louis Colen Ward Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
angels ATLANTA CONSTITUTION beautiful better birds bless breast breath bright brow cheer clouds comes dark darling daugh dead dear death dreams earth eternity evermore eyes face faded fair faith fall father feel feet flowers forget gentle give God's golden gone grave gray grow hand happy happy days hear heart heaven hope hour JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Jussey kiss land laugh leaves life's light lips live loaded dice look Lord marriage memory mother neath never night o'er old oaken bucket OLD-TIME MUSIC pain past prayer rest shadows shadows fall shine sigh sing singin skies sleep smile snow song sorrow soul star-spangled banner stars sweet tears tell tender thee There's things thou thought toil true Twas Twill unto voice wait watch weary weep wife wind woman wonder words youth
Népszerű szakaszok
318. oldal - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.
39. oldal - The tumult and the shouting dies ; The captains and the kings depart : Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
39. oldal - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe — Such boasting as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest wo forget — lest we forget!
178. oldal - I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
319. oldal - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
291. oldal - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
215. oldal - 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, now conceals, now discloses?
215. oldal - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
172. oldal - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
183. oldal - Except for love's sake only. Do not say " I love her for her smile — her look — her way Of speaking gently, — for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day " — For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee, — and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, — A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love...