A Treasure Chest of MemoriesGrosset and Dunlap, 1911 - 447 oldal |
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... Heaven , " said the President , in a clear , steady voice . The lips of the surgeons moved . " Hallowed be thy name . Thy kingdom come . Thy will be done- " The sobbing of a nurse disturbed the still air . The President opened his eyes ...
... Heaven , " said the President , in a clear , steady voice . The lips of the surgeons moved . " Hallowed be thy name . Thy kingdom come . Thy will be done- " The sobbing of a nurse disturbed the still air . The President opened his eyes ...
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... Thee ! There let the way appear , Steps unto heaven ; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given ; Angels to beckon me Nearer , my God , to Thee , Nearer to Thee ! Then , with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise HEART THROBS 9.
... Thee ! There let the way appear , Steps unto heaven ; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given ; Angels to beckon me Nearer , my God , to Thee , Nearer to Thee ! Then , with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise HEART THROBS 9.
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... heaven , The spirits of the seasons seem to stand- Young Spring , bright Summer , Autumn's solemn form And winter with his aged locks - and breathe In mournful cadences that come abroad Like the far windharp's wild and touching wail , A ...
... heaven , The spirits of the seasons seem to stand- Young Spring , bright Summer , Autumn's solemn form And winter with his aged locks - and breathe In mournful cadences that come abroad Like the far windharp's wild and touching wail , A ...
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... heaven's unfathomable depths , or brave The fury of the northern hurricane , And bathe his plumage in the thunder's home , Furls his broad wings at nightfall and sinks down To rest upon his mountain crag - but Time Knows not the weight ...
... heaven's unfathomable depths , or brave The fury of the northern hurricane , And bathe his plumage in the thunder's home , Furls his broad wings at nightfall and sinks down To rest upon his mountain crag - but Time Knows not the weight ...
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... heaven , hallowed be Thy name . Thy kingdom come . Thy will be done in earth as it is in heaven . Give us this day our daily bread . And forgive us our debts , as we forgive our debtors . And lead us not into temptation , but deliver us ...
... heaven , hallowed be Thy name . Thy kingdom come . Thy will be done in earth as it is in heaven . Give us this day our daily bread . And forgive us our debts , as we forgive our debtors . And lead us not into temptation , but deliver us ...
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Alfred Tennyson Alice Cary angels Anon baby Baby Bell beautiful bells blessed brave breath brow cheer child cried dark dead dear death door dream earth eyes face faith father feet flag flowers forever forget Fortunate Isles give glad glory golden gone grave gray hand happy hath head hear heard Heart Throbs Heaven hope James Whitcomb Riley Joaquin Miller John Boyle O'Reilly keep kiss lady land laugh life's light lips live look Lord morning mother never Nevermore night o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes passed poem prayer rest Roquefort cheese rose Sam Walter Foss shine silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul Star Spangled Banner stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's things thou thought Twas voice weary whispered wind woman wonder word young
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18. oldal - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
103. oldal - Whither, midst falling dew. While glow the heavens with the last steps of day. Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
302. 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...
22. oldal - Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
175. oldal - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
7. oldal - For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard. All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard; For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord. "Amen.
351. oldal - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
288. oldal - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of, forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door: Only this and nothing more.
323. oldal - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
291. oldal - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...