Heart Throbs in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People, Volume 1Joe Mitchell Chapple Grosset & Dunlap, 1905 |
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Pagina 10
... Land where my fathers died , Land of the pilgrims ' pride ; From every mountainside Let freedom ring . My native country thee , Land of the noble free , — Thy name I love : I love thy rocks and rills , Thy woods and templed hills ; My ...
... Land where my fathers died , Land of the pilgrims ' pride ; From every mountainside Let freedom ring . My native country thee , Land of the noble free , — Thy name I love : I love thy rocks and rills , Thy woods and templed hills ; My ...
Pagina 11
... land be bright With freedom's holy light ; Protect us by Thy might , Great God , our King ! S. F. Smith , LL.D. THE MYSTERIES The early sunlight filtered through the filmy draperies to where a wondering baby stretched his dimpled hands ...
... land be bright With freedom's holy light ; Protect us by Thy might , Great God , our King ! S. F. Smith , LL.D. THE MYSTERIES The early sunlight filtered through the filmy draperies to where a wondering baby stretched his dimpled hands ...
Pagina 13
... land of dreams . Remorseless Time- Fierce spirit of the glass and scythe - what power Can stay him in his silent course , or melt His iron heart to pity ? On , still on He presses , and forever . The proud bird , The condor of the Andes ...
... land of dreams . Remorseless Time- Fierce spirit of the glass and scythe - what power Can stay him in his silent course , or melt His iron heart to pity ? On , still on He presses , and forever . The proud bird , The condor of the Andes ...
Pagina 21
... land , Ah , God ! If I might but just sit still And hear the note of the whip - poor - will , I think that my wish with God would rhyme --- If I had the time ! If I had the time to learn from you How much for comfort my word would do ...
... land , Ah , God ! If I might but just sit still And hear the note of the whip - poor - will , I think that my wish with God would rhyme --- If I had the time ! If I had the time to learn from you How much for comfort my word would do ...
Pagina 33
... land , on every ocean- ' Tis called " Good - bye . " HE FOUND IT A well - known Indiana man , One dark night last week , Went to the cellar with a match In search of a gas leak . ( He found it . ) John Welch by curiosity ( Dispatches ...
... land , on every ocean- ' Tis called " Good - bye . " HE FOUND IT A well - known Indiana man , One dark night last week , Went to the cellar with a match In search of a gas leak . ( He found it . ) John Welch by curiosity ( Dispatches ...
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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...