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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... voice . The lips of the surgeons moved . " Hallowed be Thy name . Thy kingdom come . Thy will be done- " The sobbing of a nurse disturbed the still air . The President opened his eyes and closed them again . " Thy will be done in Earth ...
... voice . The lips of the surgeons moved . " Hallowed be Thy name . Thy kingdom come . Thy will be done- " The sobbing of a nurse disturbed the still air . The President opened his eyes and closed them again . " Thy will be done in Earth ...
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... voice tremulous with anger , exclaimed : " This grasp- ing corporation is as dark , devious and scarified in its methods as is the face of its chief attorney and hench- man , Benjamin Brewster ! " This violent outburst of rage and cruel ...
... voice tremulous with anger , exclaimed : " This grasp- ing corporation is as dark , devious and scarified in its methods as is the face of its chief attorney and hench- man , Benjamin Brewster ! " This violent outburst of rage and cruel ...
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... voice whose rage was that of a lion . It had an electrical effect , and the applause that greeted it was superb , but in an instant turned to the most contemptuous hisses , directed at the lawyer who had so cruelly wronged the great and ...
... voice whose rage was that of a lion . It had an electrical effect , and the applause that greeted it was superb , but in an instant turned to the most contemptuous hisses , directed at the lawyer who had so cruelly wronged the great and ...
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... voice of Time Heard from the tomb of ages , points its cold And solemn finger to the beautiful And holy visions that have pass'd away , And left no shadow of their loveliness On the dead waste of life . The year Has gone , and with it ...
... voice of Time Heard from the tomb of ages , points its cold And solemn finger to the beautiful And holy visions that have pass'd away , And left no shadow of their loveliness On the dead waste of life . The year Has gone , and with it ...
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... voice faltering as he said : " Excuse me , sir , but memory was busy , and this is the first pecuniary reward I have ever received for all my exertions in adapting steam to navigation ; I would order bottle of wine to commemorate the ...
... voice faltering as he said : " Excuse me , sir , but memory was busy , and this is the first pecuniary reward I have ever received for all my exertions in adapting steam to navigation ; I would order bottle of wine to commemorate the ...
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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.