Heart Throbs: In Prose and VerseGrosset & Dunlap, 1905 - 435 pages |
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... Breath that is stilled cannot gather The odors that sweet from them blow . Death , with a peace beyond dreaming , Its children of earth doth endow ; Life is the time we can help them , So give them the flowers now ! Here are the ...
... Breath that is stilled cannot gather The odors that sweet from them blow . Death , with a peace beyond dreaming , Its children of earth doth endow ; Life is the time we can help them , So give them the flowers now ! Here are the ...
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... breath- It raised a brother from the dust , It saved a soul from death . O germ ! O fount ! O word of love ! O thought at random cast ! Ye were but little at the first , But mighty at the last . Anon , N. Y. Magazine . NOW I LAY ME DOWN ...
... breath- It raised a brother from the dust , It saved a soul from death . O germ ! O fount ! O word of love ! O thought at random cast ! Ye were but little at the first , But mighty at the last . Anon , N. Y. Magazine . NOW I LAY ME DOWN ...
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... breathing morn , The swallow twitt'ring from the straw - built shed , The cock's shrill clarion , or the echoing morn , No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , Or busy housewife ...
... breathing morn , The swallow twitt'ring from the straw - built shed , The cock's shrill clarion , or the echoing morn , No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , Or busy housewife ...
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... breath ? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust , Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd ...
... breath ? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust , Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd ...
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... breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian , Whose portal we call Death . She is not dead , the child of our affection , - But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection , And Christ himself doth rule . In that ...
... breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian , Whose portal we call Death . She is not dead , the child of our affection , - But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection , And Christ himself doth rule . In that ...
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Page 326 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Page 361 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Page 126 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 160 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Page 327 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Page 11 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Page 9 - The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget...
Page 147 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 47 - O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 297 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?' 'How many? Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me. 'And where are they? I pray you tell.' She answered, 'Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. 'Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.