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Page 7
... look even larger now than they will do when the intervals are filled up . The external splendour of the shops is chiefly architectural ; they make no great display of goods in the windows ; but the large size of the rooms within enables ...
... look even larger now than they will do when the intervals are filled up . The external splendour of the shops is chiefly architectural ; they make no great display of goods in the windows ; but the large size of the rooms within enables ...
Page 22
... looks like a reproduction of the Madeleine . The pillars of the portico are fifty - five feet in height from pavement to ceiling . The central building is said to have cost 2,000,000 dollars and the four side buildings 50,000 dollars ...
... looks like a reproduction of the Madeleine . The pillars of the portico are fifty - five feet in height from pavement to ceiling . The central building is said to have cost 2,000,000 dollars and the four side buildings 50,000 dollars ...
Page 64
... my other Generals . ' I suppose we did not look like insidious politicians come to entangle him in his talk , as the General gave us twenty minutes ' pleasant chat . He had not General Grant . 65 been well for the last day 64 WASHINGTON .
... my other Generals . ' I suppose we did not look like insidious politicians come to entangle him in his talk , as the General gave us twenty minutes ' pleasant chat . He had not General Grant . 65 been well for the last day 64 WASHINGTON .
Page 94
... full of vitality here ; and Willard's hotel will shortly be full of New England manufacturers come to Washington to look after their interests and lobby their members . Block Houses . 95 Jan. 14 , '67 , Monday 94 WASHINGTON TO RICHMOND .
... full of vitality here ; and Willard's hotel will shortly be full of New England manufacturers come to Washington to look after their interests and lobby their members . Block Houses . 95 Jan. 14 , '67 , Monday 94 WASHINGTON TO RICHMOND .
Page 100
... looks nearly a century older . You see in the suburbs a great many houses which look like the town - residences of well - to - do gentry . Some of these have large Grecian porticoes for shade , and others verandas , story above story ...
... looks nearly a century older . You see in the suburbs a great many houses which look like the town - residences of well - to - do gentry . Some of these have large Grecian porticoes for shade , and others verandas , story above story ...
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Page 41 - Maryland! Thou wilt not crook to his control, Maryland! Better the fire upon thee roll, Better the shot, the blade, the bowl, Than crucifixion of the soul, Maryland, my Maryland! I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland! The Old Line's bugle, fife, and drum, Maryland ! She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb; Huzza!
Page 50 - Where the dead and dying lay, Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls, Somebody's Darling was borne one day : — Somebody's Darling, so young and so brave, Wearing yet, on his pale, sweet face, Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave, The lingering light of his boyhood's grace. Matted and damp are the curls of gold...
Page 50 - ... damp are the curls of gold, Kissing the snow of that fair young brow; Pale are the lips of delicate mould — Somebody's Darling is dying now. Back from his beautiful blue-veined brow Brush all the wandering waves of gold. Cross his hands on his bosom now, Somebody's Darling is still and cold.
Page 46 - 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 40 - Maryland ! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland ! My Maryland...
Page 40 - The despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland ! His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland! Avenge the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, And be the battle queen of yore, Maryland! My Maryland!
Page 47 - And the life-blood is ebbing and plashing. All quiet along the Potomac to-night, — No sound save the rush of the river; While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, — The picket's off duty forever.
Page 41 - I see the blush upon thy cheek, Maryland! For thou wast ever bravely meek, Maryland ! But lo! there surges forth a shriek, From hill to hill, from creek to creek, Potomac calls to Chesapeake, Maryland, my Maryland! Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll, Maryland!
Page 47 - 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. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree ; The footstep is lagging and weary, Yet onward he goes through the broad...
Page 49 - Is there any news of the war?" she said. " Only a list of the wounded and dead," Was the man's reply, Without lifting his eye To the face of the woman standing by. " 'Tis the very thing I want," she said ; " Read me a list of the wounded and dead." He read the list — 'twas a sad array Of the wounded and killed in the fatal fray. In the very midst, was a pause to tell Of a gallant youth who fought so well That his comrades asked : " Who is he, pray ?" " The only son of the Widow Gray," Was the...