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... thought advisa- ble and necessary to procure a charter of incorpora- tion . The result of which was that , in the month of February the ladies presented a petition to the Legislature of the State , asking for an act of in- corporation ...
... thought advisa- ble and necessary to procure a charter of incorpora- tion . The result of which was that , in the month of February the ladies presented a petition to the Legislature of the State , asking for an act of in- corporation ...
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... thought he'd rather not ; For tho ' he fancied much warm blood , He didn't take it quite so hot ! Again old Pluto smiled and said , " " Twas strange that Mars should hesitate , For he had known him to drink blood , When it was boiling ...
... thought he'd rather not ; For tho ' he fancied much warm blood , He didn't take it quite so hot ! Again old Pluto smiled and said , " " Twas strange that Mars should hesitate , For he had known him to drink blood , When it was boiling ...
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... thoughts as only come from hell , Such words as issue from the damn'd ! The Church perverted then became , And men in robes cleric arrayed , Held forth on politics , and thus The souls of their meek flocks betray'd ! The Ministers of ...
... thoughts as only come from hell , Such words as issue from the damn'd ! The Church perverted then became , And men in robes cleric arrayed , Held forth on politics , and thus The souls of their meek flocks betray'd ! The Ministers of ...
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... myriads of voices From the dark purple tide ; And strong hands shall be grasping The bright , unsheathed sword , With fresh fervor to battle For right and the Lord . " HOME THOUGHTS . " SKIRMISH AT FALL'S CHURCH , 62 POETICAL PEN - ...
... myriads of voices From the dark purple tide ; And strong hands shall be grasping The bright , unsheathed sword , With fresh fervor to battle For right and the Lord . " HOME THOUGHTS . " SKIRMISH AT FALL'S CHURCH , 62 POETICAL PEN - ...
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Selected from Our Union Poets John Henry Hayward. " HOME THOUGHTS . " SKIRMISH AT FALL'S CHURCH , VA . , JUNE 28TH , '61 ... thoughts like these so good and pure , Oft make the man a child . FRANCIS B. MURTHA . THE SOLDIER'S BETROTHED ...
Selected from Our Union Poets John Henry Hayward. " HOME THOUGHTS . " SKIRMISH AT FALL'S CHURCH , VA . , JUNE 28TH , '61 ... thoughts like these so good and pure , Oft make the man a child . FRANCIS B. MURTHA . THE SOLDIER'S BETROTHED ...
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Page 34 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 183 - Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack, — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep, — For their mother, — may Heaven defend her...
Page 183 - ALL quiet along the Potomac," they say, "Except, now and then, a stray picket Is shot as he walks on his beat to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket. 'Tis...
Page 66 - Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Page 230 - Lord, how beautiful was Thy day ! Every waft of the air Was a whisper of prayer, Or a dirge for the dead. Ho ! brave hearts that went down in the seas ! Ye are at peace in the troubled stream ; Ho ! brave land ! with hearts like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam ! SNOW-FLAKES.
Page 34 - The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns; The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder The diapason of the cannonade.
Page 66 - Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth. And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars ; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field.
Page 184 - For their mother — may Heaven defend her! The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then, That night when the love yet unspoken Leaped up to his lips — when low, murmured vows Were pledged to be ever unbroken ; Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling.
Page 32 - Ere your heritage be wasted,' said the quick alarming drum. 'Let me of my heart take counsel: War is not of life the sum; Who shall stay and reap the harvest When the autumn days shall come ? But the drum Echoed, 'Come! Death shall reap the braver harvest,' said the solemn-sounding drum.
Page 230 - As hail rebounds from a roof of slate, Rebounds our heavier hail From each iron scale Of the monster's hide. "Strike your flag!" the rebel cries, In his arrogant old plantation strain, "Never!" our gallant Morris replies; "It is better to sink than to yield !" And the whole air pealed With the cheers of our men.