Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ...Joe Mitchell Chapple Chapple publishing Company, Limited, 1911 |
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Página 67
... goes but to the ear ; A new song should be sweetly sung , For it touches no one near . But an old song may be roughly sung ; The ear forgets its art , As rises from the rudest tongue The tribute to the heart . On tented fields ' tis ...
... goes but to the ear ; A new song should be sweetly sung , For it touches no one near . But an old song may be roughly sung ; The ear forgets its art , As rises from the rudest tongue The tribute to the heart . On tented fields ' tis ...
Página 70
... You who have nothing to do all your life but to stare people in the face , and to amuse yourself with watching all that goes on in the kitchen ! Think , I beseech you , how you would like to be shut up for life 70 HEART THROBS.
... You who have nothing to do all your life but to stare people in the face , and to amuse yourself with watching all that goes on in the kitchen ! Think , I beseech you , how you would like to be shut up for life 70 HEART THROBS.
Página 80
... goes to show how easy it is to convict even the innocent . The farmer owned a collie named Maje , of which he was unusually fond . For some weeks he had been missing eggs from his henhouse , but could not discover the thief . Egg shells ...
... goes to show how easy it is to convict even the innocent . The farmer owned a collie named Maje , of which he was unusually fond . For some weeks he had been missing eggs from his henhouse , but could not discover the thief . Egg shells ...
Página 88
... goes out in earnest plea , That , for today , Thou wilt abide with me . Life's yesterdays forevermore have passed Beyond my reach ; and now , O Lord , Thou hast Them in Thy keeping . Let Thy righteousness Hide the dark stains they bear ...
... goes out in earnest plea , That , for today , Thou wilt abide with me . Life's yesterdays forevermore have passed Beyond my reach ; and now , O Lord , Thou hast Them in Thy keeping . Let Thy righteousness Hide the dark stains they bear ...
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... goes to her home . She seems just a little bit higher and holier than any other girl , does this graduation daughter , and she talks to father about it , and to mother , and her eyes shine , there is a sob in her throat , and she ...
... goes to her home . She seems just a little bit higher and holier than any other girl , does this graduation daughter , and she talks to father about it , and to mother , and her eyes shine , there is a sob in her throat , and she ...
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Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ... Joe Mitchell Chapple Visualização integral - 1911 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Anon arms baby Baby Bell beautiful bells beneath blessed blue brave breath brow cheer child clock cried cuirassiers dark deacon dead dear death doth dream earth eyes face faith father feet flowers forever forget Fortunate Isles friends girl give glad glory golden Good-morning grave gray hand happy head hear heard Heart Throbs heaven hills hope hour Ivy green James Whitcomb Riley Joaquin Miller John Greenleaf Whittier keep kiss lady laugh life's light lips live look Lord morning mother never nevermore night o'er once passed peace permission Pickwick prayer rain Rhine Robert Loveman rose Santa Claus shine sigh silence sing smile snow song sorrow soul stars stood sweet tears tell thee things Thomas Hood thou thought tree Troy weight voice wind woman wonder words young
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Página 360 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory!
Página 428 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 312 - 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...
Página 393 - But there is no peace! The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me — give me liberty, or give me death!
Página 119 - To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : — 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Página 392 - The war is inevitable; and let it come!! I repeat it, sir, let it come!!! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace; but there is no peace.
Página 239 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! T remember.
Página 391 - Mr President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty?
Página 240 - I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, The tree is living yet!
Página 428 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, — the throne Of the Invisible! even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.