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... Causes of the Remarkable Increase of Great Men in this Country , & c . Land of Dreams , the . By Susan . 212 Languages of Europe , Historical Sketch of the . 585 561 · 700 605-665 711 720 602 485 521 PAGE . Rives , the Hon . Wm . C.
... Causes of the Remarkable Increase of Great Men in this Country , & c . Land of Dreams , the . By Susan . 212 Languages of Europe , Historical Sketch of the . 585 561 · 700 605-665 711 720 602 485 521 PAGE . Rives , the Hon . Wm . C.
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... land , to become efficient co - workers in so en- nobling a cause . Finally , we address ourselves to the just sense of sectional pride which animates every true Southron , and beg that an union of effort may enable us to exhibit to our ...
... land , to become efficient co - workers in so en- nobling a cause . Finally , we address ourselves to the just sense of sectional pride which animates every true Southron , and beg that an union of effort may enable us to exhibit to our ...
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... land marks in her history : those of Sherwood nated with the bark of this tree in the face of a Forest and the wooded demesne of Blenheim and new - born child . Woburn Abbey are lordly samples of her " green- robed Senators . " The ...
... land marks in her history : those of Sherwood nated with the bark of this tree in the face of a Forest and the wooded demesne of Blenheim and new - born child . Woburn Abbey are lordly samples of her " green- robed Senators . " The ...
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... land which their valor had won , unsung 1774 , ] left their rendezvous at Camp Union by the poet , uneulogised by the historian , un- in Greenbriar , and having marched more than honored by their country . Tell it not in Gath , a ...
... land which their valor had won , unsung 1774 , ] left their rendezvous at Camp Union by the poet , uneulogised by the historian , un- in Greenbriar , and having marched more than honored by their country . Tell it not in Gath , a ...
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... land , he being the only person in the kingdom who wealth of the great Feudal lords , for being bound possessed allodial property in the soil . He granted to furnish a certain number of men , he was com- immense tracts of country to ...
... land , he being the only person in the kingdom who wealth of the great Feudal lords , for being bound possessed allodial property in the soil . He granted to furnish a certain number of men , he was com- immense tracts of country to ...
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Page 35 - 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 lamp-light 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...
Page 35 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Page 58 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
Page 35 - But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'Other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Page 35 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Page 238 - So, cast and mingled with his very frame. The mind's disease, its ruling passion came; Each vital humour which should feed the whole, Soon flows to this, in body and in soul: Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head, As the mind opens, and its functions spread, Imagination plies her dangerous art, And pours it all upon the peccant part.
Page 241 - Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.
Page 62 - IN that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still re-echo the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Page 477 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Page 35 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...