Heart Throbs: In Prose and Verse, Volume 1Chapple Publishing Company, 1905 - American literature |
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... happy home , Forever I'm doomed a poor exile to roam ; This poor , aching heart must be laid in the tomb , Ere it cease to regret the endearments of home . John Howard Payne . PLUCK WINS . Pluck wins ! It always wins ! HEART THROBS . 3.
... happy home , Forever I'm doomed a poor exile to roam ; This poor , aching heart must be laid in the tomb , Ere it cease to regret the endearments of home . John Howard Payne . PLUCK WINS . Pluck wins ! It always wins ! HEART THROBS . 3.
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... happy dreams . Its mark is on each brow , Its shadow in each heart . In its swift course It waved its scepter o'er the beautiful , And they are not . It laid its pallid hand Upon the strong man , and the haughty form Is fallen , and the ...
... happy dreams . Its mark is on each brow , Its shadow in each heart . In its swift course It waved its scepter o'er the beautiful , And they are not . It laid its pallid hand Upon the strong man , and the haughty form Is fallen , and the ...
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... happy princess followed him . " I'd sleep another hundred years , O love , for such another kiss ; " " O wake forever , love , " she hears , " O love , ' twas such as this and this . " And o'er them many a sliding star And many a merry ...
... happy princess followed him . " I'd sleep another hundred years , O love , for such another kiss ; " " O wake forever , love , " she hears , " O love , ' twas such as this and this . " And o'er them many a sliding star And many a merry ...
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... happy sleep that lightly fled ! " " O happy kiss that woke thy sleep ! " " O love , thy kiss would wake the dead ; " And o'er them many a flowing range Of vapor buoyed the crescent bark , And rapt thro ' many a rosy change , The ...
... happy sleep that lightly fled ! " " O happy kiss that woke thy sleep ! " " O love , thy kiss would wake the dead ; " And o'er them many a flowing range Of vapor buoyed the crescent bark , And rapt thro ' many a rosy change , The ...
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... happy ; happy ? Yes ! Glad for ev'ry sweet caress , For each dimpling smile and curl ! Thankful for my " baby dirl . " J. M. Lewis , in Houston Post . HE WORRIED ABOUT IT . The sun's heat will give HEART THROBS . 23.
... happy ; happy ? Yes ! Glad for ev'ry sweet caress , For each dimpling smile and curl ! Thankful for my " baby dirl . " J. M. Lewis , in Houston Post . HE WORRIED ABOUT IT . The sun's heat will give HEART THROBS . 23.
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Page 45 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past!
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 147 - Liberty first and Union afterwards ; but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, Liberty and Union, Now and Forever, One and Inseparable.
Page 185 - When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Page 10 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble, free. Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills: My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Page 294 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Page 322 - 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 21 - We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this...
Page 9 - I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee. 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee.
Page 184 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...