A Treasure Chest of MemoriesGrosset and Dunlap, 1911 - 447 страница |
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... infants . Accordingly , at the close of the sermon , he announced : " All those who have children they wish baptised , please send in their names at once . " The clergyman , who was deaf , supposing that the clerk 8 HEART THROBS.
... infants . Accordingly , at the close of the sermon , he announced : " All those who have children they wish baptised , please send in their names at once . " The clergyman , who was deaf , supposing that the clerk 8 HEART THROBS.
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... Once more the busy , anxious man of town . But whenever in his duties , as the rushing moments fly , That faded little envelope smiles up to meet his eye , He turns again to labor with a stronger , truer brain , From thinking on what ...
... Once more the busy , anxious man of town . But whenever in his duties , as the rushing moments fly , That faded little envelope smiles up to meet his eye , He turns again to labor with a stronger , truer brain , From thinking on what ...
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... Once more the busy , anxious man of town . But whenever in his duties , as the rushing moments fly , That faded little envelope smiles up to meet his eye , He turns again to labor with a stronger , truer brain , From thinking on what ...
... Once more the busy , anxious man of town . But whenever in his duties , as the rushing moments fly , That faded little envelope smiles up to meet his eye , He turns again to labor with a stronger , truer brain , From thinking on what ...
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... once more Where she waits us at the door ; How we'll greet the dear old smile And the warm tears , afterwhile . James Whitcomb Riley . JESUS , LOVER OF MY SOUL Jesus , Lover of my soul , Let me to Thy bosom fly . While the nearer waters ...
... once more Where she waits us at the door ; How we'll greet the dear old smile And the warm tears , afterwhile . James Whitcomb Riley . JESUS , LOVER OF MY SOUL Jesus , Lover of my soul , Let me to Thy bosom fly . While the nearer waters ...
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... boyish love , yet still , O listless woman ! weary lover ! To feel once more that fresh wild thrill , I'd give but who can live youth over ? Edmund Clarence Stedman . FOR THOSE WHO FAIL " All honor to him who HEART THROBS 53.
... boyish love , yet still , O listless woman ! weary lover ! To feel once more that fresh wild thrill , I'd give but who can live youth over ? Edmund Clarence Stedman . FOR THOSE WHO FAIL " All honor to him who HEART THROBS 53.
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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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