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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... hold Within my arms , that close about thee fold ; Nor let the tempests of the world come nigh , To waft across thy warm red lips one sigh . With all my worldly love , I thee endow , We are no longer twain , but one ; and now Give me ...
... hold Within my arms , that close about thee fold ; Nor let the tempests of the world come nigh , To waft across thy warm red lips one sigh . With all my worldly love , I thee endow , We are no longer twain , but one ; and now Give me ...
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... He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate . And now the pitcher holds the ball , and now he lets it go , And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow . Oh , somewhere in this favored land the sun is 36 HEART THROBS.
... He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate . And now the pitcher holds the ball , and now he lets it go , And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow . Oh , somewhere in this favored land the sun is 36 HEART THROBS.
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... holds dear . The heart of the sleeper beats high in his breast ; Joy quickens his pulses , his hardships seem o'er ; And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest— " O God ! Thou hast blest me ; I ask for no more . " Ah ! whence is ...
... holds dear . The heart of the sleeper beats high in his breast ; Joy quickens his pulses , his hardships seem o'er ; And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest— " O God ! Thou hast blest me ; I ask for no more . " Ah ! whence is ...
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... . laughter , rose - lipped laughter of joy , there are dimples enough in thy cheeks to catch and hold and glorify all the tears of grief . Robert G. Ingersoll . GROWING OLD A little more tired at close of day HEART THROBS 49.
... . laughter , rose - lipped laughter of joy , there are dimples enough in thy cheeks to catch and hold and glorify all the tears of grief . Robert G. Ingersoll . GROWING OLD A little more tired at close of day HEART THROBS 49.
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... holds is stained and riven . The night winds murmur , the dank dews fall On a sullen sea from an angry sky ; I held up the flag in the sight of all ; Wrap it around me when I die . Author unknown . HOPE There is no grave on earth's ...
... holds is stained and riven . The night winds murmur , the dank dews fall On a sullen sea from an angry sky ; I held up the flag in the sight of all ; Wrap it around me when I die . Author unknown . HOPE There is no grave on earth's ...
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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.