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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... glad to be your wife ! Though friends may fail or turn aside , yet I have you And in your love I may abide , for you are true— My only solace in each grief and in despair , Your tenderness is my relief ; it soothes each care . If joys ...
... glad to be your wife ! Though friends may fail or turn aside , yet I have you And in your love I may abide , for you are true— My only solace in each grief and in despair , Your tenderness is my relief ; it soothes each care . If joys ...
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... And I'm 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 . HORACE GREELEY'S SORROW . We publish below a pathetic letter 26 HEART THROBS .
... And I'm 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 . HORACE GREELEY'S SORROW . We publish below a pathetic letter 26 HEART THROBS .
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... glad . I almost weep when looking back To childhood's distant day ! I think how these hands rested not When mine were at their play . Such beautiful , beautiful hands ! They're growing feeble now , And time and pain have left their mark ...
... glad . I almost weep when looking back To childhood's distant day ! I think how these hands rested not When mine were at their play . Such beautiful , beautiful hands ! They're growing feeble now , And time and pain have left their mark ...
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... glad belief in everything— When life was like a story , holding neither sob nor sigh , In the golden olden glory of the days gone by . James Whitcomb Riley . THE DREAMS AHEAD . What would we do in this world of ours , Were it not for ...
... glad belief in everything— When life was like a story , holding neither sob nor sigh , In the golden olden glory of the days gone by . James Whitcomb Riley . THE DREAMS AHEAD . What would we do in this world of ours , Were it not for ...
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... glad return- Think of him faring on , as dear In the love of There as the love of Here ; And loyal still , as he gave the blows Of his warrior strength to his country's foes- Mild and gentle , as he was brave , When the sweetest love of ...
... glad return- Think of him faring on , as dear In the love of There as the love of Here ; And loyal still , as he gave the blows Of his warrior strength to his country's foes- Mild and gentle , as he was brave , When the sweetest love of ...
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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.