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... dear , To a region clearer and serener Raised her spirit from our chilly sphere . They were footsteps on her Jacob's ladder ; Angels to her were the loves and hopes Which had left her purified , but sadder ; And they lured her to the ...
... dear , To a region clearer and serener Raised her spirit from our chilly sphere . They were footsteps on her Jacob's ladder ; Angels to her were the loves and hopes Which had left her purified , but sadder ; And they lured her to the ...
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... dear reader . It is none of our business just now . Only , when the grand catastrophe came , and Jefferson and the House of Virginia of that day undertook to break on the wheel all the possible Clarences of the then House of York , by ...
... dear reader . It is none of our business just now . Only , when the grand catastrophe came , and Jefferson and the House of Virginia of that day undertook to break on the wheel all the possible Clarences of the then House of York , by ...
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... dear old fellow is dead . He has found a home at last , and a country . Since writing this , and while considering whether or no I would print it , as a warning to the young Nolans and Vallandighams and Tatnalls of to - day of what it ...
... dear old fellow is dead . He has found a home at last , and a country . Since writing this , and while considering whether or no I would print it , as a warning to the young Nolans and Vallandighams and Tatnalls of to - day of what it ...
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... DEAR FRED : I try to find heart and life to tell you that it is all over with dear old Nolan . I have been with him on this voyage more than I ever was , and I can understand wholly now the way in which used to speak of the dear old ...
... DEAR FRED : I try to find heart and life to tell you that it is all over with dear old Nolan . I have been with him on this voyage more than I ever was , and I can understand wholly now the way in which used to speak of the dear old ...
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... dear old David Porter , as he called him . Then he settled down more quietly , and very happily , to hear me tell in an hour the history of fifty years . I " How I wished it had been somebody who knew something ! But I did as well as I ...
... dear old David Porter , as he called him . Then he settled down more quietly , and very happily , to hear me tell in an hour the history of fifty years . I " How I wished it had been somebody who knew something ! But I did as well as I ...
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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.