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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... 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 flashing eye is dim . It trod the ...
... 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 flashing eye is dim . It trod the ...
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... brow , serenely high , And the fiery heart of youth . What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas , the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay , call it holy ground , The spot where first ...
... brow , serenely high , And the fiery heart of youth . What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas , the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay , call it holy ground , The spot where first ...
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... brow . Alas ! alas ! the nearing time- And the sad , sad day to me , When ' neath the daisies , out of sight , These hands must folded be . But , oh ! beyond the shadowy lands , Where all is bright and fair , I know full well these dear ...
... brow . Alas ! alas ! the nearing time- And the sad , sad day to me , When ' neath the daisies , out of sight , These hands must folded be . But , oh ! beyond the shadowy lands , Where all is bright and fair , I know full well these dear ...
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... brow . Rode the song as storm - tossed bird Beats with weary wing the air ; Every note with sorrow stirred , Every syllable a prayer- " Rock of Ages , cleft for me , Let me hide myself in Thee . " " Rock of Ages , cleft for me " Lips ...
... brow . Rode the song as storm - tossed bird Beats with weary wing the air ; Every note with sorrow stirred , Every syllable a prayer- " Rock of Ages , cleft for me , Let me hide myself in Thee . " " Rock of Ages , cleft for me " Lips ...
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... brow with sunset glow . Why should good words ne'er be said Of a friend - till he is dead ? If you hear a song that thrills you , Sung by any child of song , Praise it . Do not let the singer Wait deserved praises long . Why should one ...
... brow with sunset glow . Why should good words ne'er be said Of a friend - till he is dead ? If you hear a song that thrills you , Sung by any child of song , Praise it . Do not let the singer Wait deserved praises long . Why should one ...
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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.