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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... young again . J. W. C. Pickering . RECESSIONAL . God of our fathers , known of old- Lord of our far - flung battle - line- Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine- Lord God of Hosts , be with us yet , Lest we forget ...
... young again . J. W. C. Pickering . RECESSIONAL . God of our fathers , known of old- Lord of our far - flung battle - line- Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine- Lord God of Hosts , be with us yet , Lest we forget ...
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... rest Like a pale , spotless shroud ; the air is stirred As by a mourner's sigh ; and on yon cloud , That floats so still and placidly through heaven , The spirits of the seasons seem to stand- Young Spring HEART THROBS . 13.
... rest Like a pale , spotless shroud ; the air is stirred As by a mourner's sigh ; and on yon cloud , That floats so still and placidly through heaven , The spirits of the seasons seem to stand- Young Spring HEART THROBS . 13.
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Joe Mitchell Chapple. The spirits of the seasons seem to stand- Young Spring , bright Summer , Autumn's solemn form And Winter with his aged locks - and breathe In mournful cadences that come abroad Like the far windharp's wild and ...
Joe Mitchell Chapple. The spirits of the seasons seem to stand- Young Spring , bright Summer , Autumn's solemn form And Winter with his aged locks - and breathe In mournful cadences that come abroad Like the far windharp's wild and ...
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... young feet used to tread ; Skies are bluer overhead , And today's birds sing more clear Than did birds of yesteryear ; I have got you by my side , Bonny - haired and wonder - eyed , You who clamber to my knee , You whose laugh is full ...
... young feet used to tread ; Skies are bluer overhead , And today's birds sing more clear Than did birds of yesteryear ; I have got you by my side , Bonny - haired and wonder - eyed , You who clamber to my knee , You whose laugh is full ...
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... young a child , and to us his form and features were the perfection of beauty . We can never have another child ; and life cannot be long enough to efface , though it will temper this sorrow . It differs in kind as well as degree from ...
... young a child , and to us his form and features were the perfection of beauty . We can never have another child ; and life cannot be long enough to efface , though it will temper this sorrow . It differs in kind as well as degree from ...
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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.