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Acadian advance American answered appeared arms army arrived asked attack began Braddock British brother called Captain Carolinia carried chief Colonel colonies command cried cross dark death early enemy England English eyes face father fell fight fire followed force forest formed fort France French gave George give governor Grand guns hand head heard hope horses hundred Indians Jean Lake land light lived look Major miles military Miss Monsieur morning never night Noah Stevens officers Oglethorpe once party passed Philipse prepared prisoners provincials Quebec reached received regulars returned river royal Salle savages seemed seen sent ship shore side soldiers soon soul South story stranger strong thought thousand town troops turned Virginia Washington wounded York young
Page 200 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 142 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Page 418 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 378 - Master of human destinies am I! Fame, love and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace, soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate.
Page 222 - Deep in the unpruned forest, midst the roar Of cataracts, where nursing Nature smiled On infant Washington? Has Earth no more Such seeds within her breast, or Europe no such shore ? XCVII.
Page 286 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Page 397 - The drying up a single tear has more Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
Page 178 - Europe is given a prey to sterner fates, And writhes in shackles ; strong the arms that chain To earth her struggling multitude of states ; She too is strong, and might not chafe in vain Against them, but shake off the vampire train That batten on her blood, and break their net.