The Warner Library, المجلد 27Charles Dudley Warner, John William Cunliffe, Ashley Horace Thorndike, Harry Morgan Ayres, Helen Rex Keller, Gerhard Richard Lomer Warner Library Company, 1917 |
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الصفحة 16304
... Tears , The 16872 16641 Chandler Robbins . 16857 Evening Song Every Year · Experience and a Moral , An • John Vance Cheney . 16503 Albert Pike . 16807 Frederick S. Cozzens . 16402 Arthur O'Shaughnessy . 16803 Freedom of the Mind William ...
... Tears , The 16872 16641 Chandler Robbins . 16857 Evening Song Every Year · Experience and a Moral , An • John Vance Cheney . 16503 Albert Pike . 16807 Frederick S. Cozzens . 16402 Arthur O'Shaughnessy . 16803 Freedom of the Mind William ...
الصفحة 16324
... Tears - We Are the Music - Makers 16803 16771 PALGRAVE , FRANCIS TURNER Come Back Dear Days Help Thou My Unbelief 16817 16849 A Danish Barrow . Palmer , John Williamson 16795 Shall I Look Back - 16839 Stonewall Jackson's Way . 16422 ...
... Tears - We Are the Music - Makers 16803 16771 PALGRAVE , FRANCIS TURNER Come Back Dear Days Help Thou My Unbelief 16817 16849 A Danish Barrow . Palmer , John Williamson 16795 Shall I Look Back - 16839 Stonewall Jackson's Way . 16422 ...
الصفحة 16352
... tears for the Blue ; Tears and love for the Gray . FRANCIS MILES FINCH . You ABRAHAM LINCOLN THE ATONEMENT OF MR . PUNCH ou 16352 SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS.
... tears for the Blue ; Tears and love for the Gray . FRANCIS MILES FINCH . You ABRAHAM LINCOLN THE ATONEMENT OF MR . PUNCH ou 16352 SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS.
الصفحة 16355
... tears . " . I have dwelt in Arcadia , Love , So many , many years ! " Is Arcadia fair , Sweetheart ? When I called , wert thou loth to go ? » — Nay , ask me not that , I pray , For truly I do not know . " Is Arcadia dear , Sweetheart ...
... tears . " . I have dwelt in Arcadia , Love , So many , many years ! " Is Arcadia fair , Sweetheart ? When I called , wert thou loth to go ? » — Nay , ask me not that , I pray , For truly I do not know . " Is Arcadia dear , Sweetheart ...
الصفحة 16359
... tears , love ! -a happy land ! With you- " Be sure you write it plainly , won't you , padre ? So that he'll understand . " The kiss I gave you on the eve of marching- " Why , how did you find out ? " — " Oh , when young people come and ...
... tears , love ! -a happy land ! With you- " Be sure you write it plainly , won't you , padre ? So that he'll understand . " The kiss I gave you on the eve of marching- " Why , how did you find out ? " — " Oh , when young people come and ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Author Unknown beauty Ben Bolt beneath Binnorie bird blow blue bonny brave breast breath bright brow Charles Godfrey Leland cried dark dead dear death deep doth dream Dublin University Magazine earth EMMA LAZARUS eyes F. W. Bourdillon face fair fear feet flowers George Walter Thornbury gleam Glenlogie gold golden grave gray green hair hame hand hast hath hear heart heaven king kiss land laugh light lips live Lizette Woodworth Reese look Lord Louise Chandler Moulton love's Margaret Deland merry morning mother ne'er never night o'er pain PAULINE JOHNSON pray rest Robert Buchanan rose round shining shore sigh sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell thee There's thine things thou thought Translation in Dublin tree twas voice waves weary wild William wind wings wonder
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الصفحة 16432 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more ? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps...
الصفحة 16406 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which seek through the world is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home!
الصفحة 16586 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
الصفحة 16856 - Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run, Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice.
الصفحة 16510 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
الصفحة 16871 - 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.
الصفحة 16431 - Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
الصفحة 16839 - A million torches lighted by thy hand Wander unwearied through the blue abyss : They own thy power, accomplish thy command. All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss, What shall we call them ? Piles of crystal light, A glorious company of golden streams, Lamps of celestial ether burning bright, Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams ? But thou to these art as the noon to night.
الصفحة 16413 - WOODMAN, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
الصفحة 17024 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.