Heart Throbs in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People, Volume 1Joe Mitchell Chapple Grosset & Dunlap, 1905 |
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Pagina 1
... head tonight upon your breast , And close my eyes against the light . I fain would rest ; I'm weary , and the world looks sad ; this worldly strife Turn's me to you ; and , oh , I'm glad to be your wife ! Though friends may fail or turn ...
... head tonight upon your breast , And close my eyes against the light . I fain would rest ; I'm weary , and the world looks sad ; this worldly strife Turn's me to you ; and , oh , I'm glad to be your wife ! Though friends may fail or turn ...
Pagina 2
... heads . Tears streamed from the eyes of the white - clad nurses on either side of the bed . The yellow radiance of the sun shone softly in the room . " Our Father , which art in Heaven , " said the President , in a clear , steady voice ...
... heads . Tears streamed from the eyes of the white - clad nurses on either side of the bed . The yellow radiance of the sun shone softly in the room . " Our Father , which art in Heaven , " said the President , in a clear , steady voice ...
Pagina 11
... the wondering look had given place to one of sweet repose . It was the mystery of Death . At head and foot the tapers burned , a golden light that clove the night as Hope the encircling gloom . Across HEART THROBS 11.
... the wondering look had given place to one of sweet repose . It was the mystery of Death . At head and foot the tapers burned , a golden light that clove the night as Hope the encircling gloom . Across HEART THROBS 11.
Pagina 16
... head to it ! The soldiers who tread to it Shout at the sight of it , The justice and right of it , The unsullied white of it , The blue and the red of it , And tyranny's dread of it ! Here comes The Flag ! Cheer it ! Valley and 16 HEART ...
... head to it ! The soldiers who tread to it Shout at the sight of it , The justice and right of it , The unsullied white of it , The blue and the red of it , And tyranny's dread of it ! Here comes The Flag ! Cheer it ! Valley and 16 HEART ...
Pagina 32
... , the swaying 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.
... , the swaying 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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Heart Throbs in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People, Volume 1 Joe Mitchell Chapple Volledige weergave - 1905 |
Heart Throbs in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People, Volume 1 Joe Mitchell Chapple Volledige weergave - 1905 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Alfred Tennyson Alice Cary angels auld lang syne beautiful bird bless brave breath brow child clouds dark dead dear death door dream earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair father feet Finnigin flag flowers forever gentle give glad glory gone grave gray hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope J. G. Holland James Whitcomb Riley Joaquin Miller kiss knew land laugh life's light lips live look Lord Mark Hanna morning mother never Nevermore night o'er passed poem pray prayer rest Rock Roquefort cheese rose Sam Walter Foss shadow shining silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul Star Spangled Banner stars sweet tears tell tender Thee There's things thou thought thro toil tonight Twas voice wait weary whispered William Cullen Bryant wings wonder word young
Populaire passages
Pagina 6 - Far-called our navies melt away On dune and headland sinks the fire Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget - lest we forget!
Pagina 71 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Pagina 91 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Pagina 302 - thing of evil!— prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this Home by Horror haunted — tell me truly I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore!
Pagina 390 - Nor have we been wanting in attentions to our British Brethren We have warned them from Time to Time of attempts by their Legislature to extend an unwarrantable Jurisdiction over us...
Pagina 273 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, my sister and my brother; and in the churchyard cottage, I dwell near them with my mother.
Pagina 62 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, ' As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, 10 And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Pagina 388 - He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining, in the meantime, exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.
Pagina 30 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Pagina 113 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...