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... Comes Marching Home 370 JOHN BASCOM . The Popular Press 371 EDWARD ATKINSON . The Basis of Prosperity for the New South 373 DAVID AMES WELLS . The Old and the New Ideas in Taxation Wants 376 378 WILLIAM JAMES STILLMAN . John Ruskin 379 ...
... Comes Marching Home 370 JOHN BASCOM . The Popular Press 371 EDWARD ATKINSON . The Basis of Prosperity for the New South 373 DAVID AMES WELLS . The Old and the New Ideas in Taxation Wants 376 378 WILLIAM JAMES STILLMAN . John Ruskin 379 ...
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... Comes Marching Home JOHN BASCOM . PAGE 314 324 326 327 333 334 341 342 344 348 350 353 359 361 362 362 363 364 365 366 367 368 368 369 370 The Popular Press 371 EDWARD ATKINSON . The Basis of Prosperity for the New South 373 DAVID AMES ...
... Comes Marching Home JOHN BASCOM . PAGE 314 324 326 327 333 334 341 342 344 348 350 353 359 361 362 362 363 364 365 366 367 368 368 369 370 The Popular Press 371 EDWARD ATKINSON . The Basis of Prosperity for the New South 373 DAVID AMES ...
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... comes a time when his passions and a great temptation join their forces . Before these his arti- ficial restraint gives way , and he consciously sets out upon a course of monstrous crime , which he yet shrinks from whispering in the ...
... comes a time when his passions and a great temptation join their forces . Before these his arti- ficial restraint gives way , and he consciously sets out upon a course of monstrous crime , which he yet shrinks from whispering in the ...
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... come and men may go , but they flow on forever . " The Arab still comes to find water for himself and his camels at the same spring which quenched the thirst of the Israelites . On the very spot where the great Hebrew leader pitched his ...
... come and men may go , but they flow on forever . " The Arab still comes to find water for himself and his camels at the same spring which quenched the thirst of the Israelites . On the very spot where the great Hebrew leader pitched his ...
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... comes , and sits upon the bench with me under the arbor , as I smoke my pipe . How shall we measure our indebtedness to such pleasant books , that people our solitude so many years after they are written ! Oliver Goldsmith , I thank you ...
... comes , and sits upon the bench with me under the arbor , as I smoke my pipe . How shall we measure our indebtedness to such pleasant books , that people our solitude so many years after they are written ! Oliver Goldsmith , I thank you ...
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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.