A Treasure Chest of MemoriesGrosset and Dunlap, 1911 - 447 pagini |
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... grow weary of reading , comparing and filing the immense flood of correspondence and se- lections , but no one regretted the wonderful opportunity afforded them to see and know the tender , romantic , chivalrous , hopeful , patri- otic ...
... grow weary of reading , comparing and filing the immense flood of correspondence and se- lections , but no one regretted the wonderful opportunity afforded them to see and know the tender , romantic , chivalrous , hopeful , patri- otic ...
Pagina 4
... grown to womanhood , who , in the days long gone by , waited at the gate for my daily home coming . How I am thrilled when I think of those meetings ! Looking way down the road , she would recognize her papa , and how she would run to ...
... grown to womanhood , who , in the days long gone by , waited at the gate for my daily home coming . How I am thrilled when I think of those meetings ! Looking way down the road , she would recognize her papa , and how she would run to ...
Pagina 5
... growing weaker , but I was the bearer of letters like the one before me . With what eagerness that mother would ... grown to be men and women , and have left the old home , HEART THROBS 5.
... growing weaker , but I was the bearer of letters like the one before me . With what eagerness that mother would ... grown to be men and women , and have left the old home , HEART THROBS 5.
Pagina 18
... near ; Little by little the days smile out , Gladder and brighter on pain and doubt ; Little by little the seed we sow Into a beautiful yield will grow . Little by little the world grows strong , Fighting the 18 HEART THROBS.
... near ; Little by little the days smile out , Gladder and brighter on pain and doubt ; Little by little the seed we sow Into a beautiful yield will grow . Little by little the world grows strong , Fighting the 18 HEART THROBS.
Pagina 19
Joe Mitchell Chapple. Little by little the world grows strong , Fighting the battle of Right and Wrong : Little by little the Wrong gives way— Little by little the Right has sway . Little by little all longing souls Struggle up nearer ...
Joe Mitchell Chapple. Little by little the world grows strong , Fighting the battle of Right and Wrong : Little by little the Wrong gives way— Little by little the Right has sway . Little by little all longing souls Struggle up nearer ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
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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Pagina 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!
Pagina 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?
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 323 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Pagina 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...