Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ...Joe Mitchell Chapple Chapple publishing Company, Limited, 1911 |
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... kisses . He rose to go , but we held him back with entreaties . " Play to us once more - only once more ! ' He suffered himself to be led back to the instrument . The moon shone brightly in through the window and lit up his glorious ...
... kisses . He rose to go , but we held him back with entreaties . " Play to us once more - only once more ! ' He suffered himself to be led back to the instrument . The moon shone brightly in through the window and lit up his glorious ...
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... kiss the earth with its glories , the marriage - ring that unites the celestial and the terrestrial , while all the clustering white - robed multitudes of the sky stand round to rejoice at the nuptials . This book is the wreath into ...
... kiss the earth with its glories , the marriage - ring that unites the celestial and the terrestrial , while all the clustering white - robed multitudes of the sky stand round to rejoice at the nuptials . This book is the wreath into ...
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... kiss unite With the lips of the maid whom his bosom holds dear . The heart of the sleeper beats high in his breast ; Joy quickens his pulses , his hardships seem o'er ; And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest— " O God ! Thou ...
... kiss unite With the lips of the maid whom his bosom holds dear . The heart of the sleeper beats high in his breast ; Joy quickens his pulses , his hardships seem o'er ; And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest— " O God ! Thou ...
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... kiss ? O sailor - boy ! sailor - boy ! never again Shall love , home or kindred thy wishes repay ; Unblessed and unhonored , down deep in the main , Full many a fathom , thy fame shall decay . No tomb shall e'er plead in remembrance for ...
... kiss ? O sailor - boy ! sailor - boy ! never again Shall love , home or kindred thy wishes repay ; Unblessed and unhonored , down deep in the main , Full many a fathom , thy fame shall decay . No tomb shall e'er plead in remembrance for ...
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... kissed the place to make it well and hurried off for plaster ; But never doubt the little maid no end of sympathy displayed And did her very best to aid the victim of disaster . I have a rocky hill to climb and I may reach the top in ...
... kissed the place to make it well and hurried off for plaster ; But never doubt the little maid no end of sympathy displayed And did her very best to aid the victim of disaster . I have a rocky hill to climb and I may reach the top in ...
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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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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.