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... Church WALTER MITCHELL . Tacking Ship Off Shore STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER . Old Folks at Home . Massa's in de Cold Ground PAGE 258 259 261 263 265 265 265 266 266 267 267 267 269 269 269 269 270 · 271 275 277 285 286 288 289 289 My Old ...
... Church WALTER MITCHELL . Tacking Ship Off Shore STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER . Old Folks at Home . Massa's in de Cold Ground PAGE 258 259 261 263 265 265 265 266 266 267 267 267 269 269 269 269 270 · 271 275 277 285 286 288 289 289 My Old ...
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... churches will cease ; sectarian hatred must be at an end ; religionist will no longer clutch religionist by the throat and drag him down . All true seekers , believers , hopers , aspirers , workers , will be confessed by one body , one ...
... churches will cease ; sectarian hatred must be at an end ; religionist will no longer clutch religionist by the throat and drag him down . All true seekers , believers , hopers , aspirers , workers , will be confessed by one body , one ...
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... church - vane seemed to pale and faint . The sentinel - cock upon the hill - side crew- Crew thrice , and all was stiller than before , Silent till some replying warder blew His alien horn , and then was heard no more . Where erst the ...
... church - vane seemed to pale and faint . The sentinel - cock upon the hill - side crew- Crew thrice , and all was stiller than before , Silent till some replying warder blew His alien horn , and then was heard no more . Where erst the ...
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... Church , one army strong , One steadfast high intent , One working band , one harvest - song , One King Omnipotent . How purely hath thy speech come down From man's primeval youth ; How grandly hath thine empire grown Of Freedom , Love ...
... Church , one army strong , One steadfast high intent , One working band , one harvest - song , One King Omnipotent . How purely hath thy speech come down From man's primeval youth ; How grandly hath thine empire grown Of Freedom , Love ...
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... churches , libraries , lecture and concert halls , daily mails and printing presses , shops and machines in variety , having arrived within at least a day's journey of it ; being always within an influencing distance of it . There are ...
... churches , libraries , lecture and concert halls , daily mails and printing presses , shops and machines in variety , having arrived within at least a day's journey of it ; being always within an influencing distance of it . There are ...
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Page 54 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
Page 470 - The enemies of my lord the king, and all that rise against thee to do thee hurt, be as that young man is." "And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate and wept ; and as he went, thus he said, 0 my son Absalom ! my son, my son Absalom ! would God I had died for thee, 0 Absalom, my son, my son!
Page 31 - Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire. But lo ! he is nearing his heart's desire ; He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray, With Sheridan only five miles away. The first that the general saw were the groups Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops. What was done ? what to do ? a glance told him both...
Page 39 - Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twines ; Curl me about, ye gadding vines ; And oh so close your circles lace, That I may never leave this place : But lest your fetters prove too weak, Ere I your silken bondage break, Do you, O brambles, chain me too, And, courteous briars, nail me through.
Page 317 - So, when the summer calleth, On forest and field of grain, With an equal murmur falleth The cooling drip of the rain; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Wet with the rain, the Blue; Wet with the rain, the Gray.
Page 197 - From the Desert I come to thee On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. Under thy window I stand, And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Page 242 - em well; Says he, 'That's Banks; he's fond of shell. Lord, save his soul ! We'll give him — well, That's Stonewall Jackson's Way.
Page 198 - the soldiers cried, The outer trenches guarding, When the heated guns of the camps allied Grew weary of bombarding. The dark Redan, in silent scoff, Lay, grim and threatening, under; And the tawny mound of the Malakoff No longer belched its thunder. There was a pause. A guardsman said: " We storm the forts to-morrow ; Sing while we may, another day Will bring enough of sorrow.
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Page 419 - Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes. My beloved is mine, and I am his he feedeth among the lilies. Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.