Heart Throbs: In Prose and VerseGrosset & Dunlap, 1905 - Всего страниц: 435 |
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... Westward ho ! Westward ho ! Out where the winds are sweet and low And the grassy cradles swing and sway , The star of empire takes its way , Westward ho ! Ere the bellowing steed of steel and steam had startled the timid deer , Where ...
... Westward ho ! Westward ho ! Out where the winds are sweet and low And the grassy cradles swing and sway , The star of empire takes its way , Westward ho ! Ere the bellowing steed of steel and steam had startled the timid deer , Where ...
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... Westward ho ! Westward ho ! Out where the bold , brisk breezes blow , And a young world walks in the fields of May , The star of empire takes its way . Westward ho ! And in that marvelous ship that sailed to the shores of the wondrous ...
... Westward ho ! Westward ho ! Out where the bold , brisk breezes blow , And a young world walks in the fields of May , The star of empire takes its way . Westward ho ! And in that marvelous ship that sailed to the shores of the wondrous ...
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Alfred Tennyson Alice Cary angels auld lang syne beautiful bird bless brave breath brow cheer child clouds dark dead dear death door dream earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair father feet Finnigin flag Flannigan flowers forever gentle give glad glory gone grave hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope James Whitcomb Riley Joaquin Miller kiss knew land laugh life's light lips live look Lord Mark Hanna morning mother never Nevermore night o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes pain 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 sweet tears tell tender Thee There's things thou thought toil tonight Twas voice wait wave weary Westward ho whispered wings word young
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Стр. 326 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Стр. 361 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Стр. 126 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Стр. 160 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Стр. 327 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Стр. 11 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Стр. 9 - The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 47 - O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Стр. 297 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?' 'How many? Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me. 'And where are they? I pray you tell.' She answered, 'Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. 'Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.