Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ...Joe Mitchell Chapple Chapple publishing Company, Limited, 1911 |
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... feel that he is , indeed , one of a great and universal association which , unhampered by ties of conventional membership , or rite or ritual , is boundless in its sweep , and offers sweet communion with those whose hearts are still in ...
... feel that he is , indeed , one of a great and universal association which , unhampered by ties of conventional membership , or rite or ritual , is boundless in its sweep , and offers sweet communion with those whose hearts are still in ...
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... feel the rain ; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on , as if in pain ; And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set , Haply I may remember , And haply may forget . Christina G. Rossetti . BEETHOVEN'S MOONLIGHT SONATA ...
... feel the rain ; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on , as if in pain ; And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set , Haply I may remember , And haply may forget . Christina G. Rossetti . BEETHOVEN'S MOONLIGHT SONATA ...
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... FEEL INCLINED TO CENSURE Should you feel inclined to censure Faults you may in others view , Ask your own heart , ere you venture , If that has not failings , too . Let not friendly vows be broken ; Rather strive a friend to gain ; Many ...
... FEEL INCLINED TO CENSURE Should you feel inclined to censure Faults you may in others view , Ask your own heart , ere you venture , If that has not failings , too . Let not friendly vows be broken ; Rather strive a friend to gain ; Many ...
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... feel a free man . With the money you loaned me I have paid my debts , and with God's help and yours will redeem the past . I cannot thank you as I ought ; but I do trust I will be worthy of your confidence . " A new light came into his ...
... feel a free man . With the money you loaned me I have paid my debts , and with God's help and yours will redeem the past . I cannot thank you as I ought ; but I do trust I will be worthy of your confidence . " A new light came into his ...
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... feel The rapture of the fight . Like the fierce northern hurricane That sweeps this great plateau , Flushed with a triumph yet to gain , Came down the serried foe . Who heard the thunder of the fray Break o'er the field beneath , Knew ...
... feel The rapture of the fight . Like the fierce northern hurricane That sweeps this great plateau , Flushed with a triumph yet to gain , Came down the serried foe . Who heard the thunder of the fray Break o'er the field beneath , Knew ...
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Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ... Joe Mitchell Chapple Visualização integral - 1911 |
Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ... Joe Mitchell Chapple Visualização integral - 1911 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Anon arms baby Baby Bell battle beautiful bells beneath blessed blue brave 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 Herbert Kaufman 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 voice wind woman wonder words young
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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.
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 187 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread : Stitch!
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.
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 31 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Página 312 - Golden bells ! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight ! From the molten-golden notes, And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon!