Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ...Joe Mitchell Chapple Chapple publishing Company, Limited, 1911 - American literature |
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... fair , Not even knowing of the look that lies Within their depths , for me alone , nor ever dies . MORNING PRAYER Now I get me up to work , Selected . I pray the Lord I may not shirk . If I should die before tonight , I pray the Lord my ...
... fair , Not even knowing of the look that lies Within their depths , for me alone , nor ever dies . MORNING PRAYER Now I get me up to work , Selected . I pray the Lord I may not shirk . If I should die before tonight , I pray the Lord my ...
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... fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eye , And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb , My proud boy , Absalom ! " Cold is thy brow , my son ! and I am chill , As to my bosom ...
... fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eye , And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb , My proud boy , Absalom ! " Cold is thy brow , my son ! and I am chill , As to my bosom ...
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... sheet be , And the winds of midnight shall winter thy dirge . On a bed of green sea - flowers thy limbs shall be laid , Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow ; Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made 44 HEART THROBS.
... sheet be , And the winds of midnight shall winter thy dirge . On a bed of green sea - flowers thy limbs shall be laid , Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow ; Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made 44 HEART THROBS.
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Joe Mitchell Chapple. Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made , And every part suit to thy mansions below . Days , months , years and ages shall circle away , And still the vast waters above thee shall roll ; Frail , short ...
Joe Mitchell Chapple. Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made , And every part suit to thy mansions below . Days , months , years and ages shall circle away , And still the vast waters above thee shall roll ; Frail , short ...
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... fair , But Time soon writeth memories And painteth pictures there . Love is the little golden clasp That bindeth up the trust ; Oh , break it not , lest all the leaves Should scatter and be lost ! Anon . THE STORY OF THE PICTURE " The ...
... fair , But Time soon writeth memories And painteth pictures there . Love is the little golden clasp That bindeth up the trust ; Oh , break it not , lest all the leaves Should scatter and be lost ! Anon . THE STORY OF THE PICTURE " The ...
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Page 360 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory!
Page 428 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 312 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 393 - But there is no peace! The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me — give me liberty, or give me death!
Page 119 - To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : — 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Page 392 - The war is inevitable; and let it come!! I repeat it, sir, let it come!!! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace; but there is no peace.
Page 239 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! T remember.
Page 391 - Mr President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty?
Page 240 - I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, The tree is living yet!
Page 428 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, — the throne Of the Invisible! even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.