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The dying man crossed his hands on his breast and halfclosed his eyes . There
was a beautiful smile on his countenance . The surgeons bowed their heads .
Tears streamed from the eyes of the white - clad nurses on either side of the bed .
The dying man crossed his hands on his breast and halfclosed his eyes . There
was a beautiful smile on his countenance . The surgeons bowed their heads .
Tears streamed from the eyes of the white - clad nurses on either side of the bed .
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Hon . John D. Long , ex - Governor of Massachusetts . THE FLAG Here comes
the flag Hail it ! Who dares to drag Or trail it ? Give it hurrahs , – Three for the stars
Three for the bars . Uncover your head to ic ? The soldiers who tread to it Shout
at ...
Hon . John D. Long , ex - Governor of Massachusetts . THE FLAG Here comes
the flag Hail it ! Who dares to drag Or trail it ? Give it hurrahs , – Three for the stars
Three for the bars . Uncover your head to ic ? The soldiers who tread to it Shout
at ...
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... the swaying mass , their eager faces turning ; Hear Captain ! dear father ! This
arm beneath your head ! It is some dream that on the deck , You've fallen cold
and dead . My Captain does not answer me , his lips are 32 HEART THROBS.
... the swaying mass , their eager faces turning ; Hear Captain ! dear father ! This
arm beneath your head ! It is some dream that on the deck , You've fallen cold
and dead . My Captain does not answer me , his lips are 32 HEART THROBS.
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5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies ; thou
anointest my head with oil ; my cup runneth over . 6 Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me all the days of my life ; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
forever .
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies ; thou
anointest my head with oil ; my cup runneth over . 6 Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me all the days of my life ; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
forever .
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Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold , And to the presence in the room
he said : ' What writest thou ? ” — The vision raised its head , And , with a look
made of all sweet accord , Answered , “ The names of those who love the Lord .
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold , And to the presence in the room
he said : ' What writest thou ? ” — The vision raised its head , And , with a look
made of all sweet accord , Answered , “ The names of those who love the Lord .
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Anon answer arms baby beautiful bells blessed brave child comes dark dead dear death deep door dream earth eyes face fair faith fall father fear feel feet flowers forget give glory golden gone grave grow hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hills hold hope hour John keep kind kiss knew land laugh leave letter light lips live look Lord meet memory mind morning mother never night o'er once passed play poor prayer rest rose round seemed side silence sing sleep smile song sorrow soul stand stars sure sweet tears tell thee things thou thought true truth turned voice wait weary wind young
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Página 18 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Página 103 - Whither, midst falling dew. While glow the heavens with the last steps of day. Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Página 302 - 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 22 - Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Página 175 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Página 7 - For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard. All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard; For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord. "Amen.
Página 351 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 288 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of, forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door: Only this and nothing more.
Página 323 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Página 291 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | A Treasure Chest of Memories |
| Autor | Joe Mitchell Chapple |
| Editor | Joe Mitchell Chapple |
| Editora | Grosset and Dunlap, 1911 |
| Número de páginas | 447 páginas |
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