Heart Throbs in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People and by Them Contributed in the $10,000 Prize Contest Initiated by the National Magazine, 1904-1905 |
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... leaves of the family Bible ; it may be in mother's scrap - book , yellow with age and hallowed by sacred memorie it may have been given you when you could scarcely read through the tears ; it may be one of father's jovial jokes pasted ...
... leaves of the family Bible ; it may be in mother's scrap - book , yellow with age and hallowed by sacred memorie it may have been given you when you could scarcely read through the tears ; it may be one of father's jovial jokes pasted ...
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... winter , the dews of its May ! And when we have done with our life - lasting toys , Dear Father , take care of Thy children , the boys . Oliver Wendell Holmes . THE POPPY LAND EXPRESS . The first train leaves at 42 HEART THROBS .
... winter , the dews of its May ! And when we have done with our life - lasting toys , Dear Father , take care of Thy children , the boys . Oliver Wendell Holmes . THE POPPY LAND EXPRESS . The first train leaves at 42 HEART THROBS .
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Joe Mitchell Chapple. THE POPPY LAND EXPRESS . The first train leaves at six p . m . For the land where the poppy blows . The mother is the engineer , And the passenger laughs and crows . The palace car is the mother's arms ; The whistle ...
Joe Mitchell Chapple. THE POPPY LAND EXPRESS . The first train leaves at six p . m . For the land where the poppy blows . The mother is the engineer , And the passenger laughs and crows . The palace car is the mother's arms ; The whistle ...
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... leaves the world to darkness and to me . Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight , And all the air a solemn stillness holds , Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight , And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds . Save ...
... leaves the world to darkness and to me . Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight , And all the air a solemn stillness holds , Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight , And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds . Save ...
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... leaves drop crisp and sere ; But whether the sun , or the rain , or the snow , There is ever a song somewhere , my dear . There is ever a song somewhere , my dear , Be the skies above or dark or fair ; There is ever a song that our ...
... leaves drop crisp and sere ; But whether the sun , or the rain , or the snow , There is ever a song somewhere , my dear . There is ever a song somewhere , my dear , Be the skies above or dark or fair ; There is ever a song that our ...
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Page 428 - 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. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred...
Page 147 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 176 - And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 7 - 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 12 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song! Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong! Our fathers...
Page 32 - 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.
Page 36 - 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 23 - But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here have consecrated it far above our power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.
Page 362 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 38 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.