Heart Throbs: In Prose and Verse, Volume 2Chapple Publishing Company, 1911 |
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... their work is not wholly forgotten . These thanks to the dead and the living voice the esteem in which the selections are held by the people . THE PUBLISHERS . HEART THROBS Volume Two THE HEART OF FRIENDSHIP Here's to IVE.
... their work is not wholly forgotten . These thanks to the dead and the living voice the esteem in which the selections are held by the people . THE PUBLISHERS . HEART THROBS Volume Two THE HEART OF FRIENDSHIP Here's to IVE.
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... voice of sobbing . " I cannot play any more . It is so beautiful , it is utterly beyond my power to do it justice . Oh , what would I not give to go to the concert at Cologne ! " " Ah , my sister , " said her companion , " why create ...
... voice of sobbing . " I cannot play any more . It is so beautiful , it is utterly beyond my power to do it justice . Oh , what would I not give to go to the concert at Cologne ! " " Ah , my sister , " said her companion , " why create ...
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... what he sung , While terror twisted up his tongue And stage fright shook his voice and knees : " The birds are busting on the trees ! " Caroline Mischka Roberts . FAMILY FINANCIERING " They tell me you work for a HEART THROBS 21.
... what he sung , While terror twisted up his tongue And stage fright shook his voice and knees : " The birds are busting on the trees ! " Caroline Mischka Roberts . FAMILY FINANCIERING " They tell me you work for a HEART THROBS 21.
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... voices of the young ; And life will pass me in the mantling blush , And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung ; But thou no more , with thy sweet voice shall come To meet me , Absalom ! " But oh ! when I am stricken , and my heart ...
... voices of the young ; And life will pass me in the mantling blush , And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung ; But thou no more , with thy sweet voice shall come To meet me , Absalom ! " But oh ! when I am stricken , and my heart ...
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... voice as trumpet loud , Bozzaris cheer his band : - " Strike - till the last armed foe expires , Strike for your altars and your fires , Strike for the green graves of your sires , God - and your native land ! " They fought - like brave ...
... voice as trumpet loud , Bozzaris cheer his band : - " Strike - till the last armed foe expires , Strike for your altars and your fires , Strike for the green graves of your sires , God - and your native land ! " They fought - like brave ...
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 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 Twas voice wind woman wonder words young
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Página 244 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Página 120 - 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. " The heavenly Babe you there shall find " To human view displayed, " All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
Página 429 - 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.
Página 313 - 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 315 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Página 315 - Hear the tolling of the bells, Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a .groan.
Página 313 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, in the icy air of night ! while the stars, that over-sprinkle all the heavens, seem to twinkle with a crystalline delight ; keeping time, time, time, in a sort of Runic rhyme, to the tintinnabulation that so musically wells from the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, from the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Página 240 - 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.
Página 392 - 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 32 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.