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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... playing around an open fire one day , with a little sister , just beginning to toddle , she fell into the roaring flames . I rushed to her rescue , pulled her out before she was seriously hurt , and fell into the fire myself . When they ...
... playing around an open fire one day , with a little sister , just beginning to toddle , she fell into the roaring flames . I rushed to her rescue , pulled her out before she was seriously hurt , and fell into the fire myself . When they ...
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... isn't the fact that you're licked that counts ; It's how did you fight - and why ? And though you be done to the death , what then ? If you battled the best you could , If you played your part in the world of men 22 HEART THROBS .
... isn't the fact that you're licked that counts ; It's how did you fight - and why ? And though you be done to the death , what then ? If you battled the best you could , If you played your part in the world of men 22 HEART THROBS .
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Joe Mitchell Chapple. If you played your part in the world of men , Why , the Critic will call it good . Death comes with a crawl , or comes with a pounce . And whether he's slow or spry . It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts ...
Joe Mitchell Chapple. If you played your part in the world of men , Why , the Critic will call it good . Death comes with a crawl , or comes with a pounce . And whether he's slow or spry . It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts ...
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... playing on it before I got up . In the morning at daylight I was called to his bedside . The next day , I followed him to his grave ! guess how golden and lovely his long hair You cannot ( never cut ) looked in the coffin . · Pickie was ...
... playing on it before I got up . In the morning at daylight I was called to his bedside . The next day , I followed him to his grave ! guess how golden and lovely his long hair You cannot ( never cut ) looked in the coffin . · Pickie was ...
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... play the man , help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces , let cheerfulness abound with industry . Give us to go blithely on our business all this day , bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored , and ...
... play the man , help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces , let cheerfulness abound with industry . Give us to go blithely on our business all this day , bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored , and ...
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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.