Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ...Joe Mitchell Chapple Chapple publishing Company, Limited, 1911 |
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... that their work is not wholly forgotten . These thanks to the dead and the living voice the esteem in which the selections are held by the people . THE PUBLISHERS . IVì HEART THROBS Volume Two THE HEART OF FRIENDSHIP Here's to.
... that their work is not wholly forgotten . These thanks to the dead and the living voice the esteem in which the selections are held by the people . THE PUBLISHERS . IVì HEART THROBS Volume Two THE HEART OF FRIENDSHIP Here's to.
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... cut the threads , And watched to see it soar . Alas ! a feeble chrysalis It dropped from its silken bed ; My help had been the direst harm- The pretty moth was dead ! I should have left it there to gain The strength HEART THROBS 5.
... cut the threads , And watched to see it soar . Alas ! a feeble chrysalis It dropped from its silken bed ; My help had been the direst harm- The pretty moth was dead ! I should have left it there to gain The strength HEART THROBS 5.
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... dead , my dearest , Sing no sad songs for me ; Plant thou no roses at my head , Nor shady cypress - tree ; Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet ; And if thou wilt , remember , And if thou wilt , forget . I shall not ...
... dead , my dearest , Sing no sad songs for me ; Plant thou no roses at my head , Nor shady cypress - tree ; Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet ; And if thou wilt , remember , And if thou wilt , forget . I shall not ...
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... As first in youth we loved , To feel that we adore Even to fond excess That though the heart would break with more , It could not live with less . Thomas Moore . THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD The muffled drum's sad roll 18 HEART THROBS.
... As first in youth we loved , To feel that we adore Even to fond excess That though the heart would break with more , It could not live with less . Thomas Moore . THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD The muffled drum's sad roll 18 HEART THROBS.
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... dead . No rumor of the foe's advance Now swells upon the wind ; No troubled thought at midnight haunts Of loved ones left behind ; No vision of the morrow's strife The warrior's dream alarms ; No braying horn nor screaming fife At dawn ...
... dead . No rumor of the foe's advance Now swells upon the wind ; No troubled thought at midnight haunts Of loved ones left behind ; No vision of the morrow's strife The warrior's dream alarms ; No braying horn nor screaming fife At dawn ...
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Anon arms baby Baby Bell beautiful bells beneath blessed blue brave breath brow cheer child clock cried cuirassiers dark deacon dead dear death doth dream earth eyes face faith father feet flowers forever forget Fortunate Isles friends girl give glad glory golden Good-morning grave gray hand happy head hear heard Heart Throbs heaven hills hope hour Ivy green James Whitcomb Riley Joaquin Miller John Greenleaf Whittier keep kiss lady laugh life's light lips live look Lord morning mother never nevermore night o'er once passed peace permission Pickwick prayer rain Rhine Robert Loveman rose Santa Claus shine sigh silence sing smile snow song sorrow soul stars stood sweet tears tell thee things Thomas Hood thou thought tree Troy weight voice wind woman wonder words young
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360. oldal - Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory!
428. oldal - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
312. oldal - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
393. oldal - 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!
119. oldal - To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : — 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
392. oldal - The war is inevitable; and let it come!! I repeat it, sir, let it come!!! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace; but there is no peace.
239. oldal - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! T remember.
391. oldal - Mr President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty?
240. oldal - I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, The tree is living yet!
428. oldal - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, — the throne Of the Invisible! even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.