Heart Throbs: In Prose and Verse |
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... looks sad ; Turns me to you ; and , oh , I'm glad to be your wife ! Though friends may fail or turn aside , yet I have you And in your love I may abide , for you are true- My only solace in each grief and in despair , Your tenderness is ...
... looks sad ; Turns me to you ; and , oh , I'm glad to be your wife ! Though friends may fail or turn aside , yet I have you And in your love I may abide , for you are true- My only solace in each grief and in despair , Your tenderness is ...
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... looks on that moon from our own cottage door , Through woodbines whose fragrance shall cheer me no more . An exile from home , splendor dazzles in vain ; Oh ! give me my lowly thatched cottage again ; The birds singing gaily that came ...
... looks on that moon from our own cottage door , Through woodbines whose fragrance shall cheer me no more . An exile from home , splendor dazzles in vain ; Oh ! give me my lowly thatched cottage again ; The birds singing gaily that came ...
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... gaze caught and held the dawn of day in rapturous looks that spoke the dawn of Self , for with the morning gleam out came the greater wonder . It was the mystery of Life . Across a cradle where , sunk in satin pillows , 12 HEART THROBS .
... gaze caught and held the dawn of day in rapturous looks that spoke the dawn of Self , for with the morning gleam out came the greater wonder . It was the mystery of Life . Across a cradle where , sunk in satin pillows , 12 HEART THROBS .
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... look had given place to one of sweet repose . It was the mystery of Death . At head and foot the tapers burned , a golden light that clove the night as Hope the encircling gloom . Across the cot where lay the fair , frail form , his ...
... look had given place to one of sweet repose . It was the mystery of Death . At head and foot the tapers burned , a golden light that clove the night as Hope the encircling gloom . Across the cot where lay the fair , frail form , his ...
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... look about and stretch a hand To a comrade quartered on no - luck land , Ah , God ! If I might but just sit still And hear the note of the whip - poor - will , I think that my wish with God would rhyme— If I had the time If I had the ...
... look about and stretch a hand To a comrade quartered on no - luck land , Ah , God ! If I might but just sit still And hear the note of the whip - poor - will , I think that my wish with God would rhyme— If I had the time If I had the ...
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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.