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... entitled IN PRISON . God pity the wretched prisoners , In their lonely cells to - day ! Whatever the sins that tripped them , God pity them ! still I say . Only a strip of sunshine , Cleft by rusty bars ; Only a patch of azure , Only a ...
... entitled IN PRISON . God pity the wretched prisoners , In their lonely cells to - day ! Whatever the sins that tripped them , God pity them ! still I say . Only a strip of sunshine , Cleft by rusty bars ; Only a patch of azure , Only a ...
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... entitled BY - AND - BY . Under the snow are the roses of June , Cold in our bosoms the hopes of our youth ; Gone are the wild birds that warbled in tune , Mute are the lips that have pledged us their truth . Wind of the winter night ...
... entitled BY - AND - BY . Under the snow are the roses of June , Cold in our bosoms the hopes of our youth ; Gone are the wild birds that warbled in tune , Mute are the lips that have pledged us their truth . Wind of the winter night ...
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... entitled " The Master's Gold Year " : Some millions of ages ago , you know , When Time was a jaunty young beau , you know , By command of the crown , He was told to write down , In an almanac needed to show , A statement complete ...
... entitled " The Master's Gold Year " : Some millions of ages ago , you know , When Time was a jaunty young beau , you know , By command of the crown , He was told to write down , In an almanac needed to show , A statement complete ...
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... entitled " Good Luck " betrays the latter quality . We quote the opening stanza , and the chorus : O , once in each man's life , at least , Good luck knocks at his door ; And wit to seize the flitting guest Need never hunger more . But ...
... entitled " Good Luck " betrays the latter quality . We quote the opening stanza , and the chorus : O , once in each man's life , at least , Good luck knocks at his door ; And wit to seize the flitting guest Need never hunger more . But ...
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... entitled " The Attractions of Language , ' his first venture in authorship . It was brought out in Hamilton , and much of it was written under pressure of the printer , the author's characteristic of procrastination in literary work ...
... entitled " The Attractions of Language , ' his first venture in authorship . It was brought out in Hamilton , and much of it was written under pressure of the printer , the author's characteristic of procrastination in literary work ...
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Page 211 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Page 223 - Potomac," they say. Except now and then a stray picket Is shot as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket. "Tis nothing; a private or two now and then Will not count in the news of the battle. Not an officer lost — only one of the men Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle. All quiet along the Potomac...
Page 143 - Wet with the rain, the Blue; Wet with the rain, the Gray. Sadly, but not with upbraiding The generous deed was done ; In the storm of the years that are fading, No braver battle was won ; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; Under the blossoms, the Blue ; Under the garlands, the Gray. No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red ; They banish our anger forever, When they laurel the graves of our dead.
Page 246 - It was o'er ; the bell ceased swaying ; and the maiden stepped once more Firmly on the damp old ladder, where, for hundred years before Human foot had not been planted ; and what she this night had done Should be told long ages after.
Page 114 - When I think of the paths steep and stony Where the feet of the dear ones must go ; Of the mountains of sin hanging o'er them, Of the tempest of fate blowing wild ; Oh, there's nothing on earth half so holy As the innocent heart of a child.
Page 114 - The twig is so easily bended, I have banished the rule and the rod ; I have taught them the goodness of knowledge, They have taught me the goodness of God...
Page 115 - I shut them from breaking a rule; My frown is sufficient correction ; My love is the law of the school I shall leave the old house in the autumn, To traverse its threshold no more ; Ah ! how I shall sigh for the dear ones, That meet me each morn at the door ! I shall miss the
Page 224 - Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack, — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children...
Page 106 - Better to weave in the web of life A bright and golden filling. And to do God's will with a ready heart And hands that are swift and willing. Than to snap the delicate, slender threads Of our curious lives asunder, And then blame Heaven for the tangled ends. And sit and grieve and wonder.
Page 164 - They'll come again to the apple tree, Robin and all the rest, When the orchard branches are fair to see In the snow of the blossoms drest; And the prettiest thing in the world will be The building of the nest.