Book of Words of the Hutchinson FamilyBaker, Godwin & Company, printers, 1851 - 48 pages |
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... lives away , For they've got the congress fever on of eight dollars a day . But let us hope that a better day is coming fast along , When love of right shall conquer might and every giant wrong , When favors and monopolies shall all ...
... lives away , For they've got the congress fever on of eight dollars a day . But let us hope that a better day is coming fast along , When love of right shall conquer might and every giant wrong , When favors and monopolies shall all ...
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... lives , And Friendship never dies ? - " No ! " The loud waves rolling in perpetual flow , Stopped for a while , and sighed to answer- " No ! " And thou serenest moon , That with such holy face Dost look upon the earth , Asleep in ...
... lives , And Friendship never dies ? - " No ! " The loud waves rolling in perpetual flow , Stopped for a while , and sighed to answer- " No ! " And thou serenest moon , That with such holy face Dost look upon the earth , Asleep in ...
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... live , It taught me how to die . Borticultural Wife . WRITTEN BY A CELEBRATED ENGLISH GARDENER , AFTER DISAPPOINT- MENT IN LOVE . She's my myrtle , my geranium , My sunflower , my sweet marjorum ; My honeysuckle , my tulip , my violet ...
... live , It taught me how to die . Borticultural Wife . WRITTEN BY A CELEBRATED ENGLISH GARDENER , AFTER DISAPPOINT- MENT IN LOVE . She's my myrtle , my geranium , My sunflower , my sweet marjorum ; My honeysuckle , my tulip , my violet ...
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... live when its planter had mouldered away . He has ploughed his last furrow , & c . There's the well that he dug , with its waters so cold , With its wet dripping bucket , so mossy and old , No more from its depths by the patriarch drawn ...
... live when its planter had mouldered away . He has ploughed his last furrow , & c . There's the well that he dug , with its waters so cold , With its wet dripping bucket , so mossy and old , No more from its depths by the patriarch drawn ...
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... live to see the day , But earth shall glisten in the ray , Of the good time coming ; Cannon balls may aid the truth , But thought's a weapon stronger ; We'll win our battle by its aid , Wait a little longer . Oh , there's a good time ...
... live to see the day , But earth shall glisten in the ray , Of the good time coming ; Cannon balls may aid the truth , But thought's a weapon stronger ; We'll win our battle by its aid , Wait a little longer . Oh , there's a good time ...
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Page 36 - Out of the world! In she plunged boldly — No matter how coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it ! Picture it, — • think of it ! Dissolute man! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ! Fashioned so slenderly, — Young, and so fair...
Page 36 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate Gone to her death ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; — Fashioned so slenderly, Young and so fair...
Page 36 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?
Page 27 - Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around To hear my mournful story in the pleasant vineyard ground, That we fought the battle bravely, and when the day was done Full many a corse lay ghastly pale beneath the setting sun.
Page 20 - ... more? Some lone and pleasant dell, some valley in the west, Where, free from toil and pain, the weary soul may rest? The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low, And sighed for pity as it answered —
Page 36 - Loop up her tresses, Escaped from the comb — Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father?
Page 27 - I never more shall see my own, my native land. Take a message and a token to some distant friends of mine ; For I was born at Bingen — at Bingen on the Rhine.
Page 14 - In vain the bells of war shall ring Of triumphs and revenges, While still is spared the evil thing That severs and estranges. But blest the ear That yet shall hear The jubilant bell That rings the knell Of Slavery forever...
Page 43 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Page 13 - For who that leans on His right arm Was ever yet forsaken? What righteous cause can suffer harm If He its part has taken? Though wild and loud, And dark the cloud, Behind its folds His hand upholds The calm sky of to-morrow!