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... look for some scattered leaves in the history of a nobleman who marked the age with republican simplicity and valor ? Till within the last third of a century an old ranger lived who was in that battle , and who often made pilgrimages to ...
... look for some scattered leaves in the history of a nobleman who marked the age with republican simplicity and valor ? Till within the last third of a century an old ranger lived who was in that battle , and who often made pilgrimages to ...
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... look to our tillage , Sow widely the corn ; And hail to the harvest That waits us at morn ! For the arm of the reaper Will sway in the grain , Till our tyrants are stubble And chaff on the plain . AN INCIDENT IN CHURCH . I SUPPOSE the ...
... look to our tillage , Sow widely the corn ; And hail to the harvest That waits us at morn ! For the arm of the reaper Will sway in the grain , Till our tyrants are stubble And chaff on the plain . AN INCIDENT IN CHURCH . I SUPPOSE the ...
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... look'd on better days , If ever been where bells have knolled to church ' How strong is the invocation , how numerous , how beautiful the asso- ciations that spring upward in the heart to fashion a reply ? I was in the very spot where ...
... look'd on better days , If ever been where bells have knolled to church ' How strong is the invocation , how numerous , how beautiful the asso- ciations that spring upward in the heart to fashion a reply ? I was in the very spot where ...
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... look languishing too , But her lip and her love may not tempt me from you ; Though with lotus and lily she speak to my heart , And with rose - bud and tulip her meaning impart , Can I ever forget these soft moments of ours For her song ...
... look languishing too , But her lip and her love may not tempt me from you ; Though with lotus and lily she speak to my heart , And with rose - bud and tulip her meaning impart , Can I ever forget these soft moments of ours For her song ...
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... look kindly upon me , and hands put softly back the hair from my forehead , though both , alas ! sleep in the grave to - day . I had gone to my uncle's to pass a college vacation . Those were days in which I date the birth of many new ...
... look kindly upon me , and hands put softly back the hair from my forehead , though both , alas ! sleep in the grave to - day . I had gone to my uncle's to pass a college vacation . Those were days in which I date the birth of many new ...
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Page 183 - Praise be to God the Lord of all creatures, the most merciful, the King of the day of judgment. Thee do we worship, and of thee do we beg assistance. Direct us in the right way, in the way of those to whom thou hast been gracious ; not of those against whom thou art incensed, not of those who go astray.
Page 490 - For, wit lying most in the assemblage of ideas, and putting those together with quickness and variety wherein can be found any resemblance or congruity, thereby to make up pleasant pictures and agreeable visions in the fancy...
Page 494 - And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Page 496 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Page 237 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Page 494 - I SAw him once before, As he passed by the door; And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan ; And he shakes his feeble head. That it seems as if he said,
Page 102 - I am not ashamed: for I know whom I have believed, and I am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day.
Page 512 - O READER ! hast thou ever stood to see The holly tree? The eye that contemplates it well, perceives Its glossy leaves Ordered by an intelligence so wise As might confound the atheist's sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen Wrinkled and keen; No grazing cattle, through their prickly round, Can reach to wound ; But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves appear.
Page 427 - The legate of the skies ; his theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him, the violated law speaks out Its thunders, and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace. He stablishes the strong, restores the weak, Reclaims the wanderer, binds the broken heart, And...
Page 106 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear : — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not ' Good night ' — but in some brighter clime Bid me