Heart Throbs in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People, Volume 1Joe Mitchell Chapple Grosset & Dunlap, 1905 |
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... speak the language of the heart as well as of the mind . I want you to send me these clippings to show me what kind of stories interest you , your mother , sisters , brothers , sons and daughters . I want to know just what kind of short ...
... speak the language of the heart as well as of the mind . I want you to send me these clippings to show me what kind of stories interest you , your mother , sisters , brothers , sons and daughters . I want to know just what kind of short ...
Pagina 21
... Speak out and take in my life a part , To look about and stretch a hand To a comrade quartered on no - luck 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 ...
... Speak out and take in my life a part , To look about and stretch a hand To a comrade quartered on no - luck 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 ...
Pagina 63
... bé healed at once . Never , no never , speak of it outside ; but to each other confess and all will come out right . Never let the morrow's sun still find you at variance . Renew and renew your vow . It HEART THROBS 63.
... bé healed at once . Never , no never , speak of it outside ; but to each other confess and all will come out right . Never let the morrow's sun still find you at variance . Renew and renew your vow . It HEART THROBS 63.
Pagina 64
... : Just the same as you and me , Lonely ships upon the sea , Each one sailing his own jog For a port beyond the fog ; Let your speaking - trumpet blow , Lift your horn and cry , " Hullo ! " Say " Hullo ! " and " How d'ye do 64 HEART THROBS.
... : Just the same as you and me , Lonely ships upon the sea , Each one sailing his own jog For a port beyond the fog ; Let your speaking - trumpet blow , Lift your horn and cry , " Hullo ! " Say " Hullo ! " and " How d'ye do 64 HEART THROBS.
Pagina 92
... speak an audible word , he could distinguish his lips uttering in whispers the words of the hymn , " Nearer , My God , to Thee . " C. H. Grosvenor in " William McKinley , His Life and Work . ' THE BIBLE MY MOTHER GAVE ME Give me that ...
... speak an audible word , he could distinguish his lips uttering in whispers the words of the hymn , " Nearer , My God , to Thee . " C. H. Grosvenor in " William McKinley , His Life and Work . ' THE BIBLE MY MOTHER GAVE ME Give me that ...
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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...