A Treasure Chest of MemoriesGrosset and Dunlap, 1911 - 447 pages |
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... dark days endurable and sunny days enduring . In this way I hope to get those priceless little gems which you have always looked for in your favorite periodical . Heart throbs - yes , heart throbs of happiness , heart throbs of courage ...
... dark days endurable and sunny days enduring . In this way I hope to get those priceless little gems which you have always looked for in your favorite periodical . Heart throbs - yes , heart throbs of happiness , heart throbs of courage ...
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... dark ' twixt days that come and go . Still pluck will win ; its average is sure : He gains the prize who will the most endure ; Who faces issues ; he who never shirks ; Who waits and watches , and who always works . WHO NE'ER HAS ...
... dark ' twixt days that come and go . Still pluck will win ; its average is sure : He gains the prize who will the most endure ; Who faces issues ; he who never shirks ; Who waits and watches , and who always works . WHO NE'ER HAS ...
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... dark , devious and scarified in its methods as is the face of its chief attorney and hench- man , Benjamin Brewster ! " This violent outburst of rage and cruel invective was followed by a breathless stillness that was painful in the ...
... dark , devious and scarified in its methods as is the face of its chief attorney and hench- man , Benjamin Brewster ! " This violent outburst of rage and cruel invective was followed by a breathless stillness that was painful in the ...
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... Darkness be over me , My rest a stone ; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer , my God , to Thee , Nearer to Thee ! There let the way appear , Steps unto heaven ; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given ; Angels to beckon me Nearer , my God ...
... Darkness be over me , My rest a stone ; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer , my God , to Thee , Nearer to Thee ! There let the way appear , Steps unto heaven ; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given ; Angels to beckon me Nearer , my God ...
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Joe Mitchell Chapple. And night's deep darkness has no chain to bind His rushing pinion . Time , the tomb - builder , holds his fierce career , Dark , stern , all pitiless , and pauses not Amid the mighty wrecks that strew his path To ...
Joe Mitchell Chapple. And night's deep darkness has no chain to bind His rushing pinion . Time , the tomb - builder , holds his fierce career , Dark , stern , all pitiless , and pauses not Amid the mighty wrecks that strew his path To ...
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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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Page 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!
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 323 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Page 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...