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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... kind , which give certain selections universal currency , and inspire a desire to possess the entire works of the writer . No pains have been spared , not only to secure the right to use works adequately pro- tected , but to show due ...
... kind , which give certain selections universal currency , and inspire a desire to possess the entire works of the writer . No pains have been spared , not only to secure the right to use works adequately pro- tected , but to show due ...
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... kind and witty , said in Philadelphia of the divorce evil : " There would be less divorce if there were more forgiveness . We forgive our enemies - would it be so dreadful to forgive our husbands and our wives ? " I have been reading a ...
... kind and witty , said in Philadelphia of the divorce evil : " There would be less divorce if there were more forgiveness . We forgive our enemies - would it be so dreadful to forgive our husbands and our wives ? " I have been reading a ...
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... kind to me tonight , darlint , and to re- member the days when we was swatehearts and when ye loved me . You know his riverince said last night if I got dhrunk again he'd turn me into a rat . He didn't see me , but he knows I'm dhrunk ...
... kind to me tonight , darlint , and to re- member the days when we was swatehearts and when ye loved me . You know his riverince said last night if I got dhrunk again he'd turn me into a rat . He didn't see me , but he knows I'm dhrunk ...
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... And now he's got in trouble of the very worstest kind . His letters came so seldom that I somehow sort o ' knowed That Billy was a trampin ' on a mighty rocky road , But never once imagined he would bow my head in 48 HEART THROBS.
... And now he's got in trouble of the very worstest kind . His letters came so seldom that I somehow sort o ' knowed That Billy was a trampin ' on a mighty rocky road , But never once imagined he would bow my head in 48 HEART THROBS.
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... day ; We miss her kind , her willing hand , Her fond and honest care ; And , oh , how dark is life around us ! What is home without her care ? Alice Hawthorne . THE BATTLE FLAG OF EARL SIGURD Earl Sigurd fell in 60 HEART THROBS.
... day ; We miss her kind , her willing hand , Her fond and honest care ; And , oh , how dark is life around us ! What is home without her care ? Alice Hawthorne . THE BATTLE FLAG OF EARL SIGURD Earl Sigurd fell in 60 HEART THROBS.
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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.