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... eyes led me to say , " As to your entertainment , sir , I have no doubt that you might find as good at home without importing your Helots . As to Mr. Adams being my Mr. Washington Adams , he is neither kith nor kin of any of my people ...
... eyes led me to say , " As to your entertainment , sir , I have no doubt that you might find as good at home without importing your Helots . As to Mr. Adams being my Mr. Washington Adams , he is neither kith nor kin of any of my people ...
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... eyes My spirit lies Where Summer sings and never dies , - O'erveiled with vines She glows and shines Among her future oil and wines . Her children , hid The cliffs amid , Are gambolling with the gambolling kid ; Or down the walls , With ...
... eyes My spirit lies Where Summer sings and never dies , - O'erveiled with vines She glows and shines Among her future oil and wines . Her children , hid The cliffs amid , Are gambolling with the gambolling kid ; Or down the walls , With ...
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... eyes My spirit lies Under the walls of Paradise ! UP SHERIDAN'S RIDE . from the south , at break of day , Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay , The affrighted air with a shudder bore , Like a herald in haste to the chieftain's door ...
... eyes My spirit lies Under the walls of Paradise ! UP SHERIDAN'S RIDE . from the south , at break of day , Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay , The affrighted air with a shudder bore , Like a herald in haste to the chieftain's door ...
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... eyes ! The broken limb , the heresy of the action , the suddenness of it all , were too much for my fine friend . I do not think that for an hour he recovered from the shock to his sensibilities . Of raspberries , commend me to the Red ...
... eyes ! The broken limb , the heresy of the action , the suddenness of it all , were too much for my fine friend . I do not think that for an hour he recovered from the shock to his sensibilities . Of raspberries , commend me to the Red ...
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... eyes fell . I heard the old woman beside me say passionately , " Mon Dieu ! il ne veut pas ! " I looked toward the scaffold ; at that supreme moment the brute instinct in him had rallied for a last struggle . Pinioned as he was , he had ...
... eyes fell . I heard the old woman beside me say passionately , " Mon Dieu ! il ne veut pas ! " I looked toward the scaffold ; at that supreme moment the brute instinct in him had rallied for a last struggle . Pinioned as he was , he had ...
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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.