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... miss your way ? — A better seat you could not take Than on the margin of this lake . Welcome ! I hail you to my glass : All welcome , here , you find ; Here let the cloud of trouble pass , Here , be all care resigned.- This fluid never ...
... miss your way ? — A better seat you could not take Than on the margin of this lake . Welcome ! I hail you to my glass : All welcome , here , you find ; Here let the cloud of trouble pass , Here , be all care resigned.- This fluid never ...
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... missed her maid , she sat by her toilet , arranging her hair ; for being , in spite of her grief for my uncle , rather a buxom widow , she was somewhat particular about her person . She sat for a little while looking at her face in the ...
... missed her maid , she sat by her toilet , arranging her hair ; for being , in spite of her grief for my uncle , rather a buxom widow , she was somewhat particular about her person . She sat for a little while looking at her face in the ...
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... Miss Ophelia was busy in some of her domestic cares , St. Clare's voice was heard , calling her at the foot of the stairs . " " " Come down here , cousin ; I've something to show you . " " What is it ? " said Miss Ophelia , coming down ...
... Miss Ophelia was busy in some of her domestic cares , St. Clare's voice was heard , calling her at the foot of the stairs . " " " Come down here , cousin ; I've something to show you . " " What is it ? " said Miss Ophelia , coming down ...
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... Miss Ophelia afterwards said , " so heathenish , " as to inspire that good lady with utter dismay ; and , turning to St. Clare , she said , - 66 ' Augustine , what in the world have you brought that thing here for ? " " For you to ...
... Miss Ophelia afterwards said , " so heathenish , " as to inspire that good lady with utter dismay ; and , turning to St. Clare , she said , - 66 ' Augustine , what in the world have you brought that thing here for ? " " For you to ...
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... Miss Ophelia . " Well , . . . cousin , " said St. Clare , drawing her aside , . . . " the fact is , this concern belonged to a couple of drunken creatures that keep a low restaurant that I have to pass by every day , and I was tired of ...
... Miss Ophelia . " Well , . . . cousin , " said St. Clare , drawing her aside , . . . " the fact is , this concern belonged to a couple of drunken creatures that keep a low restaurant that I have to pass by every day , and I was tired of ...
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Page 93 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Page 32 - Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.
Page 178 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 178 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 33 - But there is no peace! The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? ' Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me — give me liberty, or give me death!
Page 241 - The progress of our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known to the public as to myself; and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured. On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago, all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war.
Page 29 - In offering to you, my countrymen, these counsels of an old and affectionate friend, I dare not hope they will make the strong and lasting impression I could wish ; that they will control the usual current of the passions, or prevent our nation from running the course which has hitherto marked the destiny of nations.
Page 291 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Page 103 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet home ! There's no place like home.
Page 101 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.