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... SORROW We publish below a pathetic letter written by Mr. Greeley on the death of his little boy . Notwithstanding the fact that more than thirty years have passed since the words were written , they will awaken sympathy in many a heart ...
... SORROW We publish below a pathetic letter written by Mr. Greeley on the death of his little boy . Notwithstanding the fact that more than thirty years have passed since the words were written , they will awaken sympathy in many a heart ...
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... sorrow . It differs in kind as well as degree from all that we have hitherto experienced . HE WORRIED ABOUT IT The sun's heat will give out in ten million years more- And he worried about it . It will sure give out then , if it doesn't ...
... sorrow . It differs in kind as well as degree from all that we have hitherto experienced . HE WORRIED ABOUT IT The sun's heat will give out in ten million years more- And he worried about it . It will sure give out then , if it doesn't ...
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... my God ; All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to His blood . See , from His head , His hands , His feet , Sorrow and love flow mingled down ; Did e'er such love and sorrows meet , Or thorns 34 HEART THROBS.
... my God ; All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to His blood . See , from His head , His hands , His feet , Sorrow and love flow mingled down ; Did e'er such love and sorrows meet , Or thorns 34 HEART THROBS.
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Joe Mitchell Chapple. Did e'er such love and sorrows meet , Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? His dying crimson , like a robe , Spreads o'er His body on the tree ; Then I am dead to all the globe , And all the globe is dead to me ...
Joe Mitchell Chapple. Did e'er such love and sorrows meet , Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? His dying crimson , like a robe , Spreads o'er His body on the tree ; Then I am dead to all the globe , And all the globe is dead to me ...
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... sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain . Come , read to me some poem , Some simple and heartfelt lay , That shall soothe this restless feeling , And banish the thoughts of day . Not from the grand old masters , Not from the bards ...
... sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain . Come , read to me some poem , Some simple and heartfelt lay , That shall soothe this restless feeling , And banish the thoughts of day . Not from the grand old masters , Not from the bards ...
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Page 18 - 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. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Page 103 - Whither, midst falling dew. While glow the heavens with the last steps of day. Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Page 302 - 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 22 - Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, 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 175 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 7 - For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard. All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard; For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord. "Amen.
Page 351 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 288 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of, forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door: Only this and nothing more.
Page 323 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Page 291 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...