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... village , for religious communion and prayer . The liberal Christian spirit which prompted this act did not exist formerly in that section , nor indeed any section , of the Union ; and we hail its appearance with sincere pleasure ...
... village , for religious communion and prayer . The liberal Christian spirit which prompted this act did not exist formerly in that section , nor indeed any section , of the Union ; and we hail its appearance with sincere pleasure ...
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... village to Tompkinsville every day by the stage , which runs from your place to Owego , leaving your village at six o'clock in the forenoon . From Tompkinsville there is a mail every other day to Freetown , and also to Valley Forks ...
... village to Tompkinsville every day by the stage , which runs from your place to Owego , leaving your village at six o'clock in the forenoon . From Tompkinsville there is a mail every other day to Freetown , and also to Valley Forks ...
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... villages near New - Haven , and taken to that pleasant town for shipment to the West Indies . As the old fellow went away , in new hands , he seemed to have a kind of instinctive presentiment that he was to return no more . He cast ...
... villages near New - Haven , and taken to that pleasant town for shipment to the West Indies . As the old fellow went away , in new hands , he seemed to have a kind of instinctive presentiment that he was to return no more . He cast ...
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... village of Cherry -Valley . When the good citizens are pumping it , it utters a sort of subdued screech , that seems to be a cross between the guttural caterwaul of an enraged grimalkin and the opening bray of a donkey . We heard it ...
... village of Cherry -Valley . When the good citizens are pumping it , it utters a sort of subdued screech , that seems to be a cross between the guttural caterwaul of an enraged grimalkin and the opening bray of a donkey . We heard it ...
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... villages passed , and familiar scenes toward which he was rushing ; he startled the echoes of Sleepy - Hollow , and the demons fled af- frighted , for a greater than the steed erewhile bestrode by the Headless Horseman ' was now ...
... villages passed , and familiar scenes toward which he was rushing ; he startled the echoes of Sleepy - Hollow , and the demons fled af- frighted , for a greater than the steed erewhile bestrode by the Headless Horseman ' was now ...
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Page 89 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Page 230 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Page 123 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow, The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Page 48 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
Page 77 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Page 164 - SEAWEED WHEN descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox. Landward in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, Laden with seaweed from the rocks : From Bermuda's reefs ; from edges Of sunken ledges, In some far-off, bright Azore ; From Bahama, and the dashing, Silver-flashing Surges of San Salvador...
Page 40 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 229 - Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Page 48 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 235 - And fades not in the glory of the sun, Where crystal columns send forth slender shafts And crossing arches, and fantastic aisles Wind from the sight in brightness and are lost Among the crowded pillars.