Heart Throbs: In Prose and Verse, Volume 2Chapple Publishing Company, 1911 - American literature |
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... eyes glowing , he read the tender and sweet tributes paid him by those who sent in contributions from his graceful pen . Dear , sweet soul , how delighted he would be to know that the dearest child of his brain was the heart choice of ...
... eyes glowing , he read the tender and sweet tributes paid him by those who sent in contributions from his graceful pen . Dear , sweet soul , how delighted he would be to know that the dearest child of his brain was the heart choice of ...
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... all to see On the clear heights of calm supremacy ; My humbler dower they only find who pass With eyes that search for violets ' mid the grass . Paul Hayne . GAINING WINGS A twig where clung two soft cocoons I HEART THROBS.
... all to see On the clear heights of calm supremacy ; My humbler dower they only find who pass With eyes that search for violets ' mid the grass . Paul Hayne . GAINING WINGS A twig where clung two soft cocoons I HEART THROBS.
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... eye ; To supple Office , low and high ; To crowded halls , to court and street ; To frozen hearts and hasting feet ; To those who go , and those who come ; Good - bye , proud world ! I'm going home . I'm going to my own hearthstone ...
... eye ; To supple Office , low and high ; To crowded halls , to court and street ; To frozen hearts and hasting feet ; To those who go , and those who come ; Good - bye , proud world ! I'm going home . I'm going to my own hearthstone ...
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... eyes . His was the burning of soul which consumes the vital energies and leaves a man powerless . He started as someone opened the outer doors . It was the postman with the belated mail . Mechanically he gathered it up . There were two ...
... eyes . His was the burning of soul which consumes the vital energies and leaves a man powerless . He started as someone opened the outer doors . It was the postman with the belated mail . Mechanically he gathered it up . There were two ...
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... eyes and hearts watch by The heroes ' sepulcher . Rest on , embalmed and sainted dead , Dear as the blood ye gave , No impious footstep here shall tread The herbage of your grave . Nor shall your glory be forgot While Fame her record ...
... eyes and hearts watch by The heroes ' sepulcher . Rest on , embalmed and sainted dead , Dear as the blood ye gave , No impious footstep here shall tread The herbage of your grave . Nor shall your glory be forgot While Fame her record ...
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Page 244 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Page 120 - To you, in David's town, this day " Is born of David's line " The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; " And this shall be the sign. " The heavenly Babe you there shall find " To human view displayed, " All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
Page 429 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time, — Calm or convulsed, in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving — boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 313 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 315 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Page 315 - Hear the tolling of the bells, Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a .groan.
Page 313 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, in the icy air of night ! while the stars, that over-sprinkle all the heavens, seem to twinkle with a crystalline delight ; keeping time, time, time, in a sort of Runic rhyme, to the tintinnabulation that so musically wells from the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, from the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 240 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn: He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away.
Page 392 - Mr President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty?
Page 32 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.