Heart Throbs in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People, Volume 1Joe Mitchell Chapple Grosset & Dunlap, 1905 - American literature |
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... story , an anecdote , or a selection that has touched your heart . It is in the American homes that I am searching ... stories interest you , your mother , sisters , brothers , sons and daughters . I want to know just what kind of short , V.
... story , an anecdote , or a selection that has touched your heart . It is in the American homes that I am searching ... stories interest you , your mother , sisters , brothers , sons and daughters . I want to know just what kind of short , V.
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... stories ; 500 awards of $ 1 each for the next best stories . EIGHT HUNDRED AND FORTY AWARDS IN ALL Remember you may clip the stories or verse out of an old newspaper or magazine , or an old book , or you may remember a story some one ...
... stories ; 500 awards of $ 1 each for the next best stories . EIGHT HUNDRED AND FORTY AWARDS IN ALL Remember you may clip the stories or verse out of an old newspaper or magazine , or an old book , or you may remember a story some one ...
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... stories has been gleaned from a vast mass of contributions , every one of which had been set aside and especially preserved by the contributor because in some way it had appealed with unusual force to the affections , hopes , experience ...
... stories has been gleaned from a vast mass of contributions , every one of which had been set aside and especially preserved by the contributor because in some way it had appealed with unusual force to the affections , hopes , experience ...
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... Story of Life " ; Edmund Clarence Stedman's poem , " The Door Step " ; John Hay's poems , " Little Breeches , " " Jim Bludso , " " The Stirrup Cup " ; Bayard Taylor's poem , A June Morning " ; Adelaide Proctor's poems , " The Lost Chord ...
... Story of Life " ; Edmund Clarence Stedman's poem , " The Door Step " ; John Hay's poems , " Little Breeches , " " Jim Bludso , " " The Stirrup Cup " ; Bayard Taylor's poem , A June Morning " ; Adelaide Proctor's poems , " The Lost Chord ...
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... story of a hotel . Mike , being very sleepy , threw himself on the bed and was soon fast asleep . The sights were so new and strange to Pat that he sat at the window looking out . Soon an alarm of fire was rung in , and a fire engine ...
... story of a hotel . Mike , being very sleepy , threw himself on the bed and was soon fast asleep . The sights were so new and strange to Pat that he sat at the window looking out . Soon an alarm of fire was rung in , and a fire engine ...
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Page 6 - Far-called our navies melt away On dune and headland sinks the fire Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget - lest we forget!
Page 71 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Page 91 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Page 302 - thing of evil!— prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this Home by Horror haunted — tell me truly I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore!
Page 390 - Nor have we been wanting in attentions to our British Brethren We have warned them from Time to Time of attempts by their Legislature to extend an unwarrantable Jurisdiction over us...
Page 273 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, my sister and my brother; and in the churchyard cottage, I dwell near them with my mother.
Page 62 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, ' As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, 10 And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 388 - He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining, in the meantime, exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.
Page 30 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 113 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...