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... seen , Or the hurried warlike mutterings of some dreaming Beddaween . When , behold ! a sudden sandquake ; and atween the earth and moon Rose a mighty Host of Shadows , as from out some dim lagoon : Then our coursers gasped with terror ...
... seen , Or the hurried warlike mutterings of some dreaming Beddaween . When , behold ! a sudden sandquake ; and atween the earth and moon Rose a mighty Host of Shadows , as from out some dim lagoon : Then our coursers gasped with terror ...
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... seen them thridding the mid - waters of Horicon , holding their heads ' high ' like a moose swimming Lake Umbagog . 6 " But the bears are thick as the snakes . I will tell you a true bear story . My father's mill was close upon a ' gum ...
... seen them thridding the mid - waters of Horicon , holding their heads ' high ' like a moose swimming Lake Umbagog . 6 " But the bears are thick as the snakes . I will tell you a true bear story . My father's mill was close upon a ' gum ...
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... seen the good dame since , but I know that she could fry pork , onions and apples ' first rate , ' and , I doubt not , she thought a dollar a very liberal offer for her old man's portrait . She did not dislike , but rather liked the ...
... seen the good dame since , but I know that she could fry pork , onions and apples ' first rate , ' and , I doubt not , she thought a dollar a very liberal offer for her old man's portrait . She did not dislike , but rather liked the ...
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... seen ' Cora Montgomery , ' alias Mrs. S , alias Madame C- for she is now emerged from widowhood , and married to General C— , whilom high in Texan office . You ought to know her , if you do not , L. G. C. , as the most masculine ...
... seen ' Cora Montgomery , ' alias Mrs. S , alias Madame C- for she is now emerged from widowhood , and married to General C— , whilom high in Texan office . You ought to know her , if you do not , L. G. C. , as the most masculine ...
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... seen the sight , your cheeks had paled , I trow ! The wheels whose creak ' s a dying shriek roll on the trembling stones , The ghastly hubs were grinning skulls , the spokes were dead men's bones . Here come the patriots of Rome , slain ...
... seen the sight , your cheeks had paled , I trow ! The wheels whose creak ' s a dying shriek roll on the trembling stones , The ghastly hubs were grinning skulls , the spokes were dead men's bones . Here come the patriots of Rome , slain ...
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Page 56 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 55 - Build me straight, O worthy Master, Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
Page 321 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! How have I seen the casual passer through the cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration, (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula,) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
Page 287 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly — Wash me, Saviour, or I die...
Page 56 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; ,Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Page 152 - ... cried down by the other half, as if all depended on this particular up or down. The odds are that the whole question is not worth the poorest thought which the scholar has lost in listening to the controversy. Let him not quit his belief that a popgun is a popgun, though the ancient and honorable of the earth affirm it to be the crack of doom.
Page 45 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God; where thou diest I will die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.
Page 169 - Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course? The oaks of the mountains fall; the mountains themselves decay with years ; the ocean shrinks, and grows again; the moon herself is lost in heaven. But thou art forever the same, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course.
Page 325 - That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among the ruins of lona.
Page 154 - And what greater calamity can fall upon a nation than the loss of worship? Then all things go to decay. Genius leaves the temple, to haunt the senate or the market. Literature becomes frivolous. Science is cold. The eye of youth is not lighted by the hope of other worlds, and age is without honor. Society lives to trifles, and when men die we do not mention them.