Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ...Joe Mitchell Chapple Chapple publishing Company, Limited, 1911 |
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... Once in a While . " Tom Masson and The Life Publishing Company , New York City , contribute " An Event " ; Helen Keller and Doubleday , Page & Company her " I Am as Happy as You Are , " and Richard Wightman his terse sermonette on " You ...
... Once in a While . " Tom Masson and The Life Publishing Company , New York City , contribute " An Event " ; Helen Keller and Doubleday , Page & Company her " I Am as Happy as You Are , " and Richard Wightman his terse sermonette on " You ...
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... once in my life to hear some really good music . But it is of no use . " Beethoven looked at me . " Let us go in , " he said . " Go in ! " I exclaimed . " What can we go in for ? " " I will play to her , " he said in an excited tone ...
... once in my life to hear some really good music . But it is of no use . " Beethoven looked at me . " Let us go in , " he said . " Go in ! " I exclaimed . " What can we go in for ? " " I will play to her , " he said in an excited tone ...
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... once more - only once more ! " He suffered himself to be led back to the instrument . The moon shone brightly in through the window and lit up his glorious , rugged head and massive figure . " I will improvise a sonata to the moonlight ...
... once more - only once more ! " He suffered himself to be led back to the instrument . The moon shone brightly in through the window and lit up his glorious , rugged head and massive figure . " I will improvise a sonata to the moonlight ...
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... vase in which roses have once been distilled- You may break , you may shatter the vase if you will , But the scent of the roses will hang round it still . Thomas Moore . TODAY I'd laugh today , today is brief , I HEART THROBS 15.
... vase in which roses have once been distilled- You may break , you may shatter the vase if you will , But the scent of the roses will hang round it still . Thomas Moore . TODAY I'd laugh today , today is brief , I HEART THROBS 15.
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... once more feel a free man . With the money you loaned me I have paid my debts , and with God's help and yours will redeem the past . I cannot thank you as I ought ; but I do trust I will be worthy of your confidence . " A new light came ...
... once more feel a free man . With the money you loaned me I have paid my debts , and with God's help and yours will redeem the past . I cannot thank you as I ought ; but I do trust I will be worthy of your confidence . " A new light came ...
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Anon arms baby Baby Bell battle beautiful bells beneath blessed blue brave 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 Herbert Kaufman hills hope 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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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.
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!
187. oldal - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread : Stitch!
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.
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?
31. oldal - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
312. oldal - Golden bells ! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight ! From the molten-golden notes, And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon!