A Treasure Chest of MemoriesGrosset and Dunlap, 1911 - 447 oldal |
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... rose and orris ; stained with tears ; printed on silk , or deftly limned and illuminated , and otherwise self - proven to be of a heart's treasure - trove . It scarcely needed the letters , often written by toil - stiffened and age ...
... rose and orris ; stained with tears ; printed on silk , or deftly limned and illuminated , and otherwise self - proven to be of a heart's treasure - trove . It scarcely needed the letters , often written by toil - stiffened and age ...
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... Rose to the Living , " " What Have We Done Today ? " " To Know All Is To For- give All , " " Doctor Goodcheer's Remedy . " All published by Forbes & Co. , Chicago , Ill . Hezekiah Butterworth's poems : " The Broken Pinion ...
... Rose to the Living , " " What Have We Done Today ? " " To Know All Is To For- give All , " " Doctor Goodcheer's Remedy . " All published by Forbes & Co. , Chicago , Ill . Hezekiah Butterworth's poems : " The Broken Pinion ...
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... rose . His startled gaze caught and held the dawn of day in rapturous looks that spoke the dawn of Self , for with the morning gleam out came the greater wonder . It was the mystery of Life . Across a cradle where , sunk in satin ...
... rose . His startled gaze caught and held the dawn of day in rapturous looks that spoke the dawn of Self , for with the morning gleam out came the greater wonder . It was the mystery of Life . Across a cradle where , sunk in satin ...
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... roses in place of the red . We've a trick , we young fellows , you may have been told , Of talking ( in public ) as if we were old ! That boy we call " Doctor " and this we call " Judge ' ; It's a neat little fiction - of course it's ...
... roses in place of the red . We've a trick , we young fellows , you may have been told , Of talking ( in public ) as if we were old ! That boy we call " Doctor " and this we call " Judge ' ; It's a neat little fiction - of course it's ...
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... rose from its rude chim- ney and curled over the frozen hills , there was no similar evidence of a white man's habitation between it and the settlements on the rivers of Canada . Its remains still exist ; I make it an annual visit . I ...
... rose from its rude chim- ney and curled over the frozen hills , there was no similar evidence of a white man's habitation between it and the settlements on the rivers of Canada . Its remains still exist ; I make it an annual visit . I ...
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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...