A Treasure Chest of MemoriesGrosset and Dunlap, 1911 - Počet stran: 447 |
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... silent minis- trations . These letters were indeed oftentimes the real " heart throbs , " revealing the normal ambitions and aspirations of the American people in all their vocations and walks of life , and their dominant note was that ...
... silent minis- trations . These letters were indeed oftentimes the real " heart throbs , " revealing the normal ambitions and aspirations of the American people in all their vocations and walks of life , and their dominant note was that ...
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... silence . The surgeons looked at the dying face and the friendly lips . " For Thine is the kingdom , and the power , and the glory , forever . Amen . ' " " Amen , " whispered the surgeons . James Creelman , in " On the Great Highway ...
... silence . The surgeons looked at the dying face and the friendly lips . " For Thine is the kingdom , and the power , and the glory , forever . Amen . ' " " Amen , " whispered the surgeons . James Creelman , in " On the Great Highway ...
Strana 11
... silence break- The sound prolong . Our fathers ' God ! to Thee , Author of liberty , To Thee we sing : Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light ; Protect us by Thy might , Great God , our King ! S. F. Smith , LL.D. THE ...
... silence break- The sound prolong . Our fathers ' God ! to Thee , Author of liberty , To Thee we sing : Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light ; Protect us by Thy might , Great God , our King ! S. F. Smith , LL.D. THE ...
Strana 12
... silence now Is brooding like a gentle spirit o'er The still and pulseless world . Hark ! on the winds The bell's deep tones are swelling ; ' tis the knell Of the departed year . No funeral train Is sweeping past ; yet , on the stream ...
... silence now Is brooding like a gentle spirit o'er The still and pulseless world . Hark ! on the winds The bell's deep tones are swelling ; ' tis the knell Of the departed year . No funeral train Is sweeping past ; yet , on the stream ...
Strana 13
... silent course , or melt His iron heart to pity ? On , still on He presses , and forever . The proud bird , The condor of the Andes , that can soar Through heaven's unfathomable depths , or brave The fury of the northern hurricane , And ...
... silent course , or melt His iron heart to pity ? On , still on He presses , and forever . The proud bird , The condor of the Andes , that can soar Through heaven's unfathomable depths , or brave The fury of the northern hurricane , And ...
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A Treasure Chest of Memories (Classic Reprint) Joe Mitchell Chapple Náhled není k dispozici. - 2017 |
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Alfred Tennyson Alice Cary angels Anon baby Baby Bell beautiful bells blessed brave breath brow cheer child cried dark dead dear death door dream earth eyes face faith father feet flag flowers forever forget Fortunate Isles give glad glory golden gone grave gray hand happy hath head hear heard Heart Throbs Heaven hope James Whitcomb Riley Joaquin Miller John Boyle O'Reilly keep kiss lady land laugh life's light lips live look Lord morning mother never Nevermore night o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes passed poem prayer rest Roquefort cheese rose Sam Walter Foss shine silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul Star Spangled Banner stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's things thou thought Twas voice weary whispered wind woman wonder word young
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Strana 18 - 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. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Strana 103 - Whither, midst falling dew. While glow the heavens with the last steps of day. Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Strana 302 - 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...
Strana 22 - Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, 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...
Strana 175 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Strana 7 - For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard. All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard; For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord. "Amen.
Strana 351 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Strana 288 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of, forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door: Only this and nothing more.
Strana 323 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Strana 291 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...