A Treasure Chest of MemoriesGrosset and Dunlap, 1911 - 447 oldal |
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... lips of a pure - hearted , sympathetic lady , at a memorial ser- vice in honor of my deceased cousin , a girl of eighteen summers , the companion of my boyhood . " Many expressions were too personal , tender and sacred for publication ...
... lips of a pure - hearted , sympathetic lady , at a memorial ser- vice in honor of my deceased cousin , a girl of eighteen summers , the companion of my boyhood . " Many expressions were too personal , tender and sacred for publication ...
2. oldal
... 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 and closed them again . " Thy will be done in earth as it is in ...
... 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 and closed them again . " Thy will be done in earth as it is in ...
4. oldal
... thrilled when I think of those meetings ! Looking way down the road , she would recognize her papa , and how she would run to meet me ; rushing into my arms , putting those chubby arms about my neck , those cherry lips 4 HEART THROBS.
... thrilled when I think of those meetings ! Looking way down the road , she would recognize her papa , and how she would run to meet me ; rushing into my arms , putting those chubby arms about my neck , those cherry lips 4 HEART THROBS.
5. oldal
Joe Mitchell Chapple. those chubby arms about my neck , those cherry lips to my own , and greeting me with a kiss . Enclosed in the letter was another . From its hiding- place in the pocket of my office coat , I have taken it out this ...
Joe Mitchell Chapple. those chubby arms about my neck , those cherry lips to my own , and greeting me with a kiss . Enclosed in the letter was another . From its hiding- place in the pocket of my office coat , I have taken it out this ...
32. oldal
... mass , their eager faces turning ; Hear 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 me , his lips are 32 HEART THROBS.
... mass , their eager faces turning ; Hear 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 me , his lips are 32 HEART THROBS.
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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...