Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ...Joe Mitchell Chapple Chapple publishing Company, Limited, 1911 |
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15. oldal
... rest remain Unto His people , ' and the fatigue grows less , While my heart thrills for very thankfulness . ' Take time to collect a storehouse of beautiful thoughts : " Meet trials with smiles and they vanish ; Face cares with a song ...
... rest remain Unto His people , ' and the fatigue grows less , While my heart thrills for very thankfulness . ' Take time to collect a storehouse of beautiful thoughts : " Meet trials with smiles and they vanish ; Face cares with a song ...
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... rest , Far from the gory field ; Borne to a Spartan mother's breast On many a bloody shield ; The sunlight of their native sky Smiles sadly on them here , And kindred eyes and hearts watch by The heroes ' sepulcher . Rest on , embalmed ...
... rest , Far from the gory field ; Borne to a Spartan mother's breast On many a bloody shield ; The sunlight of their native sky Smiles sadly on them here , And kindred eyes and hearts watch by The heroes ' sepulcher . Rest on , embalmed ...
34. oldal
... rest , With that hope which springs eternal within the human breast , For they thought , " if only Casey could get a whack at that , " They'd put up even money now , with Casey at the bat . But Flynn preceded Casey , and likewise so did ...
... rest , With that hope which springs eternal within the human breast , For they thought , " if only Casey could get a whack at that , " They'd put up even money now , with Casey at the bat . But Flynn preceded Casey , and likewise so did ...
38. oldal
... given him of God , He rose up calmly , and composed the pall Firmly and decently , and left him there As if his rest had been a breathing sleep . Willis . MARCO BOZZARIS , THE EPAMINONDAS OF MODERN GREECE His last 38 HEART THROBS.
... given him of God , He rose up calmly , and composed the pall Firmly and decently , and left him there As if his rest had been a breathing sleep . Willis . MARCO BOZZARIS , THE EPAMINONDAS OF MODERN GREECE His last 38 HEART THROBS.
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... Rest thee there is no prouder grave , Even in her own proud clime . We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art freedom's now , and fame's- One of the few , the immortal names That were not born to die . Fitz - Greene Halleck ...
... Rest thee there is no prouder grave , Even in her own proud clime . We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art freedom's now , and fame's- One of the few , the immortal names That were not born to die . Fitz - Greene Halleck ...
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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!