The International Library of Famous Literature: Selections from the World's Great Writers, Ancient, Mediaeval, and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes and with Introductions, Volume 15Merrill and Baker, 1898 - 9822 pages |
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Page 6849
... cries and fierce imprecations Rang through the house of prayer ; and high o'er the heads of the others Rose , with his arms uplifted , the figure of Basil , the blacksmith , As , on a stormy sea , a spar is tossed by the billows ...
... cries and fierce imprecations Rang through the house of prayer ; and high o'er the heads of the others Rose , with his arms uplifted , the figure of Basil , the blacksmith , As , on a stormy sea , a spar is tossed by the billows ...
Page 6851
... cried she , aloud with tremulous voice ; but no answer Came from the graves of the dead , nor the gloomier grave of the living . Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of her father . Smoldered the fire on the hearth , on ...
... cried she , aloud with tremulous voice ; but no answer Came from the graves of the dead , nor the gloomier grave of the living . Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of her father . Smoldered the fire on the hearth , on ...
Page 6878
... cried the widow , full of thanks and affection . As they pursued their conversation , they had quitted the porch under which they had first begun to talk , and where they could hear the laughter and toasts of the gentlemen over their ...
... cried the widow , full of thanks and affection . As they pursued their conversation , they had quitted the porch under which they had first begun to talk , and where they could hear the laughter and toasts of the gentlemen over their ...
Page 6879
... . But , sir , we can ride out with him , and , as soon as the park gates are closed , we can tell him our mind . " " That we can , by George ! " cries Harry , grasping his brother's hand , " and that we will , too WASHINGTON . 6879.
... . But , sir , we can ride out with him , and , as soon as the park gates are closed , we can tell him our mind . " " That we can , by George ! " cries Harry , grasping his brother's hand , " and that we will , too WASHINGTON . 6879.
Page 6883
... cries George . " Harry Warrington's courage does not need any proof ! cries Mr. Washington . " You do the family honor by speaking so well of us , Colo- nel , " says Mr. George , with a low bow . " I dare say we can hold our own , if ...
... cries George . " Harry Warrington's courage does not need any proof ! cries Mr. Washington . " You do the family honor by speaking so well of us , Colo- nel , " says Mr. George , with a low bow . " I dare say we can hold our own , if ...
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Page 6954 - It is important, likewise, that the habits of thinking in a free country should inspire caution in those intrusted with its administration to confine themselves within their respective constitutional spheres, avoiding in the exercise of the powers of one department to encroach upon another. The spirit of encroachment tends to consolidate the powers of all the departments in one and thus to create, whatever the form of government, a real despotism.
Page 7300 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Page 7304 - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me : As he died to make men holy, let us...
Page 6935 - If I were an American as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never, never, never!
Page 6952 - However combinations or associations of the above description may now and then answer popular ends, they are likely, in the course of time and things, to become potent engines by which cunning, ambitious, and unprincipled men will be enabled to subvert the power of the people and to usurp for themselves the reins of government, destroying afterwards the very engines which have lifted them to unjust dominion.
Page 7284 - At this second appearing to take the oath of the presidential office, there is less occasion for an extended address than there was at the first. Then a statement, somewhat in detail, of a course to be pursued, seemed fitting and proper. Now, at the expiration of four years, during which public declarations have been constantly called forth on every point and phase of the great contest which still absorbs the attention and engrosses the energies of the nation, little that is new could be presented.
Page 7304 - 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 6918 - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.
Page 7304 - I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; 10 Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Page 6918 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.