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, 1904-1905Grosset, 1905 - 436 من الصفحات |
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Alfred Tennyson Alice Cary angels auld lang syne baby beautiful bird bless brave breath brow cheer child clouds dark dead dear death door dream earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair father feet Finnigan flag Flannigan flowers forever gentle give glad glory gone grave hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope J. G. Holland James Whitcomb Riley Joaquin Miller kiss land laugh life's light lips live look Lord Mark Hanna morning mother never Nevermore night o'er pass poem pray prayer rest Rock Roquefort cheese rose Sam Walter Foss shadow shining silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul Star Spangled Banner stars story sweet tears tell tender Thee There's things thou thought toil tonight Twas voice wait wave weary Westward ho whisper wings word young
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 176 - And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.