Heart Throbs in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People, Volume 1Joe Mitchell Chapple Grosset & Dunlap, 1905 |
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... souls Struggle up nearer the shining goals . Little by little the good in men Blossoms to beauty , for human ken ... soul and fearful ? Oh , a trouble's a ton , or a trouble's an ounce , Or a trouble is what you make it , And it isn ...
... souls Struggle up nearer the shining goals . Little by little the good in men Blossoms to beauty , for human ken ... soul and fearful ? Oh , a trouble's a ton , or a trouble's an ounce , Or a trouble is what you make it , And it isn ...
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... soul Was stumbling still toward the shining goal- I might be nerved by the thought sublime , If I had the time ! If ... souls of us all would chime , If we had the time ! Richard Burton . MAMMA'S DIRL Ev'ry night when shadows fly , And ...
... soul Was stumbling still toward the shining goal- I might be nerved by the thought sublime , If I had the time ! If ... souls of us all would chime , If we had the time ! Richard Burton . MAMMA'S DIRL Ev'ry night when shadows fly , And ...
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... soul , my life , my all . Isaac Watts . GIVE THEM THE FLOWERS NOW Closed eyes can't see the white roses , Cold hands can't hold them , you know , Breath that is stilled cannot gather The odors that sweet from them blow . Death , with a ...
... soul , my life , my all . Isaac Watts . GIVE THEM THE FLOWERS NOW Closed eyes can't see the white roses , Cold hands can't hold them , you know , Breath that is stilled cannot gather The odors that sweet from them blow . Death , with a ...
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... SOUL Jesus , Lover of my soul , Let me to Thy bosom fly , While the nearer waters roll , While the tempest still is high ; Hide me , O my Saviour , hide Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide , O receive my soul at ...
... SOUL Jesus , Lover of my soul , Let me to Thy bosom fly , While the nearer waters roll , While the tempest still is high ; Hide me , O my Saviour , hide Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide , O receive my soul at ...
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... Charles Wesley . THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD ! 1 The Lord is my shepherd ; I shall not want . 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures ; he leadeth me beside the still waters . 3 He restoreth my soul ; he leadeth me in 42 HEART THROBS.
... Charles Wesley . THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD ! 1 The Lord is my shepherd ; I shall not want . 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures ; he leadeth me beside the still waters . 3 He restoreth my soul ; he leadeth me in 42 HEART THROBS.
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Page 6 - Far-called our navies melt away On dune and headland sinks the fire Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget - lest we forget!
Page 71 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Page 91 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Page 302 - thing of evil!— prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this Home by Horror haunted — tell me truly I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore!
Page 390 - Nor have we been wanting in attentions to our British Brethren We have warned them from Time to Time of attempts by their Legislature to extend an unwarrantable Jurisdiction over us...
Page 273 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, my sister and my brother; and in the churchyard cottage, I dwell near them with my mother.
Page 62 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, ' As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, 10 And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 388 - He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining, in the meantime, exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.
Page 30 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 113 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...