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... believe , how- ever , that . . these two great commonwealths may march on abreast , parents and guardians of freedom and justice wheresoever their language shall be spoken and their power shall extend . • JOHN BRIGHT . A. D. 1865 ...
... believe , how- ever , that . . these two great commonwealths may march on abreast , parents and guardians of freedom and justice wheresoever their language shall be spoken and their power shall extend . • JOHN BRIGHT . A. D. 1865 ...
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... believe you must renounce all pretensions to reading . " Not as if learning were hostile to originality , the power to originate , he says , is commonly accompanied by assimilating power ; he had great regard for scholarship , and ...
... believe you must renounce all pretensions to reading . " Not as if learning were hostile to originality , the power to originate , he says , is commonly accompanied by assimilating power ; he had great regard for scholarship , and ...
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... believe in this life ; believe your- self that the next life is the nearest life , and the nearest life is the life of to - day ; show them that you understand the worth of the hours ; make this life eternal , by packing it full of ...
... believe in this life ; believe your- self that the next life is the nearest life , and the nearest life is the life of to - day ; show them that you understand the worth of the hours ; make this life eternal , by packing it full of ...
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... believe in old friends . The early Scarlet , if a little piquant , is good for the first pickings ; and the Hovey , with a neighbor bed of Pines , or McAvoy , and Black Prince , if you please , give good flavor , and a well - rounded ...
... believe in old friends . The early Scarlet , if a little piquant , is good for the first pickings ; and the Hovey , with a neighbor bed of Pines , or McAvoy , and Black Prince , if you please , give good flavor , and a well - rounded ...
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... believe the men who say they have seen his signature . Before the Nautilus got round from New Orleans to the Northern Atlantic coast with the prisoner on board , the sentence had been ap- proved , and he was a man without a country ...
... believe the men who say they have seen his signature . Before the Nautilus got round from New Orleans to the Northern Atlantic coast with the prisoner on board , the sentence had been ap- proved , and he was a man without a country ...
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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.
Page 106 - Lay him low, lay him low, In the clover or the snow ! What cares he? he cannot know: Lay him low...
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.