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Page 21
They obtained the usual satisfaction of a mob , to dishonor God , and to disgrace
themselves ; to weaken the force of law , and to bring the name of justice into
contempt ; to endanger human life , and to effect no reasonable end . Whether
Lord ...
They obtained the usual satisfaction of a mob , to dishonor God , and to disgrace
themselves ; to weaken the force of law , and to bring the name of justice into
contempt ; to endanger human life , and to effect no reasonable end . Whether
Lord ...
Page 45
... conveyed in this letter , that a spirit open to the best impulses of humanity ,
should have found such noble counterparts in the kind and manly hearts who
relieved the last wants , and anticipated the last wishes , of our departed friend .
... conveyed in this letter , that a spirit open to the best impulses of humanity ,
should have found such noble counterparts in the kind and manly hearts who
relieved the last wants , and anticipated the last wishes , of our departed friend .
Page 58
Firmly it clings to hoary age , Musing o'er feats of boyish glee , As moss the
mouldering ruin decks , As ivy clasps the withering tree : In every human breast
there tlows This sparkling , gushing , restless spring ; Its banks are green , its
Rowers ...
Firmly it clings to hoary age , Musing o'er feats of boyish glee , As moss the
mouldering ruin decks , As ivy clasps the withering tree : In every human breast
there tlows This sparkling , gushing , restless spring ; Its banks are green , its
Rowers ...
Page 64
To enumerate the curious wonders of this capital , would indeed surpass the
blazon of human pen . You know how often we have admired the verdure which
springs amid the ruins of the Colosseum ; the towering Basilica de Santa Pietro ,
and ...
To enumerate the curious wonders of this capital , would indeed surpass the
blazon of human pen . You know how often we have admired the verdure which
springs amid the ruins of the Colosseum ; the towering Basilica de Santa Pietro ,
and ...
Page 73
Let us turn to a more promising specimen of human nature ; that fat , gouty old
gentleman , so comfortably provided for ; wild Harry he was called , in his youth .
He quivers like a jelly , and one peal of hearty laughter , which he appears upon
...
Let us turn to a more promising specimen of human nature ; that fat , gouty old
gentleman , so comfortably provided for ; wild Harry he was called , in his youth .
He quivers like a jelly , and one peal of hearty laughter , which he appears upon
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Page 11 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
Page 362 - Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS.
Page 75 - THE night is come, but not too soon ; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven, But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.
Page 11 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 414 - Further observation and experience have given me a different idea of this little feathered voluptuary, which I will venture to impart, for the benefit of my schoolboy readers, who may regard him with the same unqualified envy and admiration which I once indulged. I have shown him only as I saw him at first, in what I may call the poetical part of his career, when...
Page 278 - THE time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves ; whether they are to have any property they can call their own ; whether their houses and farms are to be pillaged and destroyed, and themselves consigned to a state of wretchedness from which no human efforts will deliver them. The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army.
Page 362 - And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 75 - And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies The shield of that red star. 0 star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again.
Page 115 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Page 208 - The rising mist of day. Hark ! hark ! I hear yon whistling shroud, I see yon quivering mast ; The black throat of the hunted cloud Is panting forth the blast ! An hour, and, whirled like winnowing chaff, The giant surge shall fling His tresses o'er yon...