Heart Throbs: In Prose and Verse, Volume 1Chapple Publishing Company, 1905 |
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Pagina 9
... Thou sendest me In mercy given Angels to beckon me Nearer , my God , to Thee , Nearer to Thee ! Then with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise ; Out of my stony grief , Bethel I'll raise So by my woes to be Nearer , my God , to ...
... Thou sendest me In mercy given Angels to beckon me Nearer , my God , to Thee , Nearer to Thee ! Then with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise ; Out of my stony grief , Bethel I'll raise So by my woes to be Nearer , my God , to ...
Pagina 16
... thou not let me at thy side , In thee , in thee so sure confide ? Like John , upon thy breast recline , And feel thy heart make mine divine ? Hon . John D. Long , ex - Gov . of Mass . THE FLAG . Here comes The Flag ! Hail it ! Who dares ...
... thou not let me at thy side , In thee , in thee so sure confide ? Like John , upon thy breast recline , And feel thy heart make mine divine ? Hon . John D. Long , ex - Gov . of Mass . THE FLAG . Here comes The Flag ! Hail it ! Who dares ...
Pagina 18
... thou , tell me where ? " " O seek my father's court with me , For there are greater wonders there , " And o'er the hills , and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim , Beyond the night , across the day , Thro ' all the world she follow ...
... thou , tell me where ? " " O seek my father's court with me , For there are greater wonders there , " And o'er the hills , and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim , Beyond the night , across the day , Thro ' all the world she follow ...
Pagina 34
... 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 ...
... 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 35
... thou art with me ; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me . 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies ; thou anointest my head with oil ; my cup runneth over . 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the ...
... thou art with me ; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me . 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies ; thou anointest my head with oil ; my cup runneth over . 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the ...
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Heart Throbs: In Prose and Verse (Classic Reprint) Joe Mitchell Chapple Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2018 |
Heart Throbs: In Prose and Verse (Classic Reprint) Joe Mitchell Chapple Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Alfred Tennyson Alice Cary angels auld lang syne beautiful bird bless brave breath brow child Cleveland dark dead dear death door dream earth Eliza Cook eyes face fall father feet Finnigan flag Flannigan flowers forever gentle give glad glory gone grave hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hope Iowa James Whitcomb Riley Joaquin Miller John Jonesboro kiss land laugh life's light lips live look Lord Mark Hanna Mass Miss morning mother never Nevermore night o'er Ohio passed pasted on previous poem pray prayer rest Rock Roquefort cheese rose Sam Walter Foss shadow silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul Star Spangled Banner stars sweet tears tell tender Thee There's things thou thought toil Twas voice wait weary Westward ho whispered word young
Populaire passages
Pagina 45 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past!
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 147 - Liberty first and Union afterwards ; but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, Liberty and Union, Now and Forever, One and Inseparable.
Pagina 185 - When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Pagina 10 - 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 heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Pagina 294 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Pagina 322 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Pagina 21 - We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this...
Pagina 9 - I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee. 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee.
Pagina 184 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...