Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ...Joe Mitchell Chapple Chapple publishing Company, Limited, 1911 |
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... smiles through all The midnight gloom with more than human faith . Here's to the love that seeks not self , and hath No censure for our frailty , but doth woo , By gentle arts , our spirits back into The way of truth ; then sheds upon ...
... smiles through all The midnight gloom with more than human faith . Here's to the love that seeks not self , and hath No censure for our frailty , but doth woo , By gentle arts , our spirits back into The way of truth ; then sheds upon ...
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... Smiles bright with its balm and bloom , We'll forget the thorns that have pierced the feet And the nights with their grief and gloom . " Sometimes our cares seem to hedge us in , and we become so self - centered that we are like the ...
... Smiles bright with its balm and bloom , We'll forget the thorns that have pierced the feet And the nights with their grief and gloom . " Sometimes our cares seem to hedge us in , and we become so self - centered that we are like the ...
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... smiles and they vanish ; Face cares with a song and they flee . " C. L. Mc K. , Chicago , Ill . THE SCENT OF THE ROSES Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy , Bright dreams of the past , which she cannot destroy ; Which come ...
... smiles and they vanish ; Face cares with a song and they flee . " C. L. Mc K. , Chicago , Ill . THE SCENT OF THE ROSES Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy , Bright dreams of the past , which she cannot destroy ; Which come ...
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... " Selected . They might not need me ; but they might . I'll let my head be just in sight ; A smile as small as mine might be Precisely their necessity . Emily Dickinson . HIS RECOMPENSE He was a middle - aged clerk in 16 HEART THROBS.
... " Selected . They might not need me ; but they might . I'll let my head be just in sight ; A smile as small as mine might be Precisely their necessity . Emily Dickinson . HIS RECOMPENSE He was a middle - aged clerk in 16 HEART THROBS.
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... Smiles sadly on them here , And kindred eyes and hearts watch by The heroes ' sepulcher . Rest on , embalmed and sainted dead , Dear as the blood ye gave , No impious footstep here shall tread The herbage of your grave . Nor shall your ...
... Smiles sadly on them here , And kindred eyes and hearts watch by The heroes ' sepulcher . Rest on , embalmed and sainted dead , Dear as the blood ye gave , No impious footstep here shall tread The herbage of your grave . Nor shall your ...
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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 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!