Heart Throbs in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People and by Them Contributed in the $10,000 Prize Contest Initiated by the National Magazine, 1904-1905Grosset, 1905 - 436 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 428 - 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. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred...
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 176 - And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 7 - 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 12 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song! Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong! Our fathers...
Page 32 - 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.
Page 36 - 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...
Page 23 - But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here have consecrated it far above our power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.
Page 362 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 38 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.