Heart Throbs: In Prose and VerseGrosset & Dunlap, 1905 - 435 pages |
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... dear to the heart ; in short a veritable " heart throb " of the con- tributor . It would have been too much to expect that every one of the myriads of clippings and copyings would be a gem of literary excel- lence and refined taste ...
... dear to the heart ; in short a veritable " heart throb " of the con- tributor . It would have been too much to expect that every one of the myriads of clippings and copyings would be a gem of literary excel- lence and refined taste ...
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... such sentiment and humor are dear to all Ameri- cans , and these heart throbs of the sons and daughters of the people are the pulse beats of the nation . JOE MITCHELL CHAPPLE . ANENT COPYRIGHTS The publishers of this book claim no title.
... such sentiment and humor are dear to all Ameri- cans , and these heart throbs of the sons and daughters of the people are the pulse beats of the nation . JOE MITCHELL CHAPPLE . ANENT COPYRIGHTS The publishers of this book claim no title.
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... dear old home up there in Maine . Holman F. Day , in Lewiston Journal . TRIBUTE TO THE FLAG . I have seen the glories of art and architecture and of river and mountain . I have seen the ... DEAR JESUS . I would , dear HEART THROBS . 17.
... dear old home up there in Maine . Holman F. Day , in Lewiston Journal . TRIBUTE TO THE FLAG . I have seen the glories of art and architecture and of river and mountain . I have seen the ... DEAR JESUS . I would , dear HEART THROBS . 17.
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In Prose and Verse. I WOULD , DEAR JESUS . I would , dear Jesus , I could break The hedge that creeds and hearsay make , And , like the first disciples , be In person led and taught by thee . I read thy words , so strong and sweet ; I ...
In Prose and Verse. I WOULD , DEAR JESUS . I would , dear Jesus , I could break The hedge that creeds and hearsay make , And , like the first disciples , be In person led and taught by thee . I read thy words , so strong and sweet ; I ...
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... dear . But I'm happier today Than I was down any way That my young feet used to tread ; Skies are bluer overhead , And today's birds sing more clear Than did birds of yesteryear ; I have got you by my side , Bonny - haired and wonder ...
... dear . But I'm happier today Than I was down any way That my young feet used to tread ; Skies are bluer overhead , And today's birds sing more clear Than did birds of yesteryear ; I have got you by my side , Bonny - haired and wonder ...
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Alfred Tennyson Alice Cary angels auld lang syne beautiful bird bless brave breath brow cheer child clouds dark dead dear death door dream earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair father feet Finnigin flag Flannigan flowers forever gentle give glad glory gone grave hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope James Whitcomb Riley Joaquin Miller kiss knew land laugh life's light lips live look Lord Mark Hanna morning mother never Nevermore night o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes pain pass poem pray prayer rest Rock Roquefort cheese rose Sam Walter Foss shadow shining silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul Star Spangled Banner stars sweet tears tell tender Thee There's things thou thought toil tonight Twas voice wait wave weary Westward ho whispered wings word young
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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.