Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ...Joe Mitchell Chapple Chapple publishing Company, Limited, 1911 |
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Side 36
... cried the maddened thousands , and echo answered " Fraud ! " But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed . They saw his face grow stern and cold , they saw his muscles strain , And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ...
... cried the maddened thousands , and echo answered " Fraud ! " But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed . They saw his face grow stern and cold , they saw his muscles strain , And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ...
Side 81
... cried out : " Donald , you maun pray ! " " I cawn't pray . " ( Forcibly . ) They bent to the oars , but failed to turn the boat against the blinding waves , and Duncan commanded fiercely : " Donald , you maun pray ! " " I cawn't pray ...
... cried out : " Donald , you maun pray ! " " I cawn't pray . " ( Forcibly . ) They bent to the oars , but failed to turn the boat against the blinding waves , and Duncan commanded fiercely : " Donald , you maun pray ! " " I cawn't pray ...
Side 99
... that old couple have just one object in life - the girl . She is of their blood . She is slipping away from them as the years go by , and often the mother cries silently because of a sorrow that is too deep for words . HEART THROBS 99.
... that old couple have just one object in life - the girl . She is of their blood . She is slipping away from them as the years go by , and often the mother cries silently because of a sorrow that is too deep for words . HEART THROBS 99.
Side 106
... cries ; " That , thir , " a little imp replies , " Wath William Willith , if you pleathe- I thaw him kith Thuthannah Peathe ! " With frown to make a statue thrill , The master thundered " Hither , Will ! ” Like wretch o'ertaken in his ...
... cries ; " That , thir , " a little imp replies , " Wath William Willith , if you pleathe- I thaw him kith Thuthannah Peathe ! " With frown to make a statue thrill , The master thundered " Hither , Will ! ” Like wretch o'ertaken in his ...
Side 108
... cried the man , rocking to and fro , still on his knees with his hands over his face . ' My little boy ! ' " ' Yes , ' said the child , ' he died in the poorhouse only last week , and there's no one left but me , now ; but I ain't goin ...
... cried the man , rocking to and fro , still on his knees with his hands over his face . ' My little boy ! ' " ' Yes , ' said the child , ' he died in the poorhouse only last week , and there's no one left but me , now ; but I ain't goin ...
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Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ... Joe Mitchell Chapple Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1911 |
Heart Throbs, in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People ... Joe Mitchell Chapple Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1911 |
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Side 360 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory!
Side 428 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Side 312 - 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...
Side 393 - But there is no peace! The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me — give me liberty, or give me death!
Side 119 - 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 : — 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Side 392 - The war is inevitable; and let it come!! I repeat it, sir, let it come!!! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace; but there is no peace.
Side 239 - 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 ! T remember.
Side 391 - 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?
Side 240 - I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, The tree is living yet!
Side 428 - 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.