Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ...Joe Mitchell Chapple Chapple publishing Company, Limited, 1911 |
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... " he said hurriedly , " I will come again and give the Fraulein some lessons . Farewell ! I will soon come again ! " They followed us in silence more eloquent than words , and stood at their door till we were 12 HEART THROBS.
... " he said hurriedly , " I will come again and give the Fraulein some lessons . Farewell ! I will soon come again ! " They followed us in silence more eloquent than words , and stood at their door till we were 12 HEART THROBS.
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... silence sat , For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat . But Flynn let drive a " single , " to the wonderment of all , And the much - despised Blakey " tore the cover off the ball . " And when the dust had lifted ...
... silence sat , For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat . But Flynn let drive a " single , " to the wonderment of all , And the much - despised Blakey " tore the cover off the ball . " And when the dust had lifted ...
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... silence , at close of day . A little more leisure to sit and dream , A little more real the things unseen , A little nearer to those ahead , With visions of those long - loved and dead , And so , we are going where all must go , To the ...
... silence , at close of day . A little more leisure to sit and dream , A little more real the things unseen , A little nearer to those ahead , With visions of those long - loved and dead , And so , we are going where all must go , To the ...
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... silence , Ashamed that he wants to cry , Nor knows the depth of the mother - love From whose shelter he would fly . I know that he has in the pockets Of his clothes that fit so ill , Money she's saved and hoarded As only a mother will ...
... silence , Ashamed that he wants to cry , Nor knows the depth of the mother - love From whose shelter he would fly . I know that he has in the pockets Of his clothes that fit so ill , Money she's saved and hoarded As only a mother will ...
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... silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go , Lovingly laden with flowers Alike for the friend and the foe ; - Under the sod and the dew , Waiting the judgment day ; - Under the roses , the Blue ; Under the lilies , the Gray ...
... silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go , Lovingly laden with flowers Alike for the friend and the foe ; - Under the sod and the dew , Waiting the judgment day ; - Under the roses , the Blue ; Under the lilies , the Gray ...
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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.