Heart Throbs in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People, Volume 1Joe Mitchell Chapple Grosset & Dunlap, 1905 |
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... Morning " ; Adelaide Proctor's poems , " The Lost Chord , " " Per Patrem ad Lucem " ; Edward Rowland Sill's poem , " The Fool's Prayer " ; Lucy Larcom's poem , " A Mountain Pastoral . " The Bobbs - Merrill Co. , publishers ...
... Morning " ; Adelaide Proctor's poems , " The Lost Chord , " " Per Patrem ad Lucem " ; Edward Rowland Sill's poem , " The Fool's Prayer " ; Lucy Larcom's poem , " A Mountain Pastoral . " The Bobbs - Merrill Co. , publishers ...
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... morning to read it over . I often do so , for it brings to me so many sweet memories of other days . Let me quote a few words from the first letter : " When I told Virginia I was writing to Grandpa , she wished to write you a letter ...
... morning to read it over . I often do so , for it brings to me so many sweet memories of other days . Let me quote a few words from the first letter : " When I told Virginia I was writing to Grandpa , she wished to write you a letter ...
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... morning gleam out came the greater wonder . It was the mystéry of Life . Across a cradle where , sunk in satin pillows , lay a still , pale form as droops a rose from some fierce heat , the evening shadows fell aslant , and spoke of ...
... morning gleam out came the greater wonder . It was the mystéry of Life . Across a cradle where , sunk in satin pillows , lay a still , pale form as droops a rose from some fierce heat , the evening shadows fell aslant , and spoke of ...
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... can , To all the people you can , As long as ever you can . THE SIMPLE FAITH Before me , even as behind , God is , and all is well . John Greenleaf Whittier . A MORNING PRAYER The day returns and brings us the HEART THROBS 23.
... can , To all the people you can , As long as ever you can . THE SIMPLE FAITH Before me , even as behind , God is , and all is well . John Greenleaf Whittier . A MORNING PRAYER The day returns and brings us the HEART THROBS 23.
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Joe Mitchell Chapple. A MORNING PRAYER The day returns and brings us the petty round of irri- tating concerns and duties . Help us to play the man , help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces , let cheer- fulness abound with ...
Joe Mitchell Chapple. A MORNING PRAYER The day returns and brings us the petty round of irri- tating concerns and duties . Help us to play the man , help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces , let cheer- fulness abound with ...
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Heart Throbs in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People, Volume 1 Joe Mitchell Chapple Visualização completa - 1905 |
Heart Throbs in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People, Volume 1 Joe Mitchell Chapple Visualização completa - 1905 |
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Alfred Tennyson Alice Cary angels auld lang syne beautiful bird bless brave breath brow child clouds dark dead dear death door dream earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair father feet Finnigin flag flowers forever gentle give glad glory gone grave gray hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope J. G. Holland James Whitcomb Riley Joaquin Miller kiss knew land laugh life's light lips live look Lord Mark Hanna morning mother never Nevermore night o'er passed poem pray prayer rest Rock Roquefort cheese rose Sam Walter Foss shadow shining silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul Star Spangled Banner stars sweet tears tell tender Thee There's things thou thought thro toil tonight Twas voice wait weary whispered William Cullen Bryant wings wonder word young
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Página 91 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Página 302 - thing of evil!— prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this Home by Horror haunted — tell me truly I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore!
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Página 273 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, my sister and my brother; and in the churchyard cottage, I dwell near them with my mother.
Página 62 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, ' As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, 10 And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Página 388 - He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining, in the meantime, exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.
Página 30 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 113 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...