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... whole of the poverty , the ignorance , and the crime to be found in it , except south of the border of Masunan- dicsun , seems to have come to it from other countries . This is strange enough ; but what is most extraordinary is that the ...
... whole of the poverty , the ignorance , and the crime to be found in it , except south of the border of Masunan- dicsun , seems to have come to it from other countries . This is strange enough ; but what is most extraordinary is that the ...
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... whole land of Unculpsalm . But by reason of the Great Covenant and the laws of the provinces , the men of the North had naught to do in this matter . But the men of the South which had Niggahs ( for there were multi- tudes which were of ...
... whole land of Unculpsalm . But by reason of the Great Covenant and the laws of the provinces , the men of the North had naught to do in this matter . But the men of the South which had Niggahs ( for there were multi- tudes which were of ...
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... whole , what is most noteworthy in Emerson's relation to books is the slightness of his dependence on them . He lived among his books and was never comfortable away from them , yet they did not much enter into his life . They were ...
... whole , what is most noteworthy in Emerson's relation to books is the slightness of his dependence on them . He lived among his books and was never comfortable away from them , yet they did not much enter into his life . They were ...
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... whole great army to say , " I have brought you Sheridan all the way From Winchester down , to save the day . " Hurrah ! hurrah for Sheridan ! Hurrah ! hurrah for horse and man ! And when their statues are placed on high , Under the dome ...
... whole great army to say , " I have brought you Sheridan all the way From Winchester down , to save the day . " Hurrah ! hurrah for Sheridan ! Hurrah ! hurrah for horse and man ! And when their statues are placed on high , Under the dome ...
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... whole room was hushed dead as night for a minute . Even Nolan lost his swagger in a moment . Then Morgan added , — " Mr. Marshal , take the prisoner to Orleans in an armed boat , and deliver him to the naval commander there . " The ...
... whole room was hushed dead as night for a minute . Even Nolan lost his swagger in a moment . Then Morgan added , — " Mr. Marshal , take the prisoner to Orleans in an armed boat , and deliver him to the naval commander there . " The ...
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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.