Braddock: A Story of the French and Indian WarsFunk & Wagnall's Company, 1893 - 470 pages |
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... once more hailed the lookout and asked : " What does she look like ? " " A large frigate , bearing down upon us , sir ! " A whisper ran over the deck that the strange ship was a French frigate . The English crew had cause to become ...
... once more hailed the lookout and asked : " What does she look like ? " " A large frigate , bearing down upon us , sir ! " A whisper ran over the deck that the strange ship was a French frigate . The English crew had cause to become ...
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... once informed of the threatened invasion by Bellamont ; but they paid no heed to his notice . No doubt the invasion would have been successfully carried out , had not war between England and France begun soon after . In the month of May ...
... once informed of the threatened invasion by Bellamont ; but they paid no heed to his notice . No doubt the invasion would have been successfully carried out , had not war between England and France begun soon after . In the month of May ...
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... Once more he was on the blood - stained deck of the Elizabeth . He was partially awakened and drew the bed- clothes over his head and shoulders , when a tre- mendous crash at the door , and the shrieks of the terrified inmates roused ...
... Once more he was on the blood - stained deck of the Elizabeth . He was partially awakened and drew the bed- clothes over his head and shoulders , when a tre- mendous crash at the door , and the shrieks of the terrified inmates roused ...
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... English will heads . But here I am stand- ing talking all the while , forgetting that you are weary from your journey . Come into my house at once . " The voluble governor , polite as he was brave and THE FAIR ACADIAN . 35.
... English will heads . But here I am stand- ing talking all the while , forgetting that you are weary from your journey . Come into my house at once . " The voluble governor , polite as he was brave and THE FAIR ACADIAN . 35.
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... " Tis true , my child , of all who once inhabit the charmed vale of Acadia . The foe is in our land , but let us return for the day wanes and is almost gone . - The governor , having thrown off his official cares , 38 BRADDOCK .
... " Tis true , my child , of all who once inhabit the charmed vale of Acadia . The foe is in our land , but let us return for the day wanes and is almost gone . - The governor , having thrown off his official cares , 38 BRADDOCK .
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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 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! If sleeping, wake — if feasting, rise before I turn away. It is the hour of fate, And they who follow me reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate, Condemned to failure, penury, and woe, Seek me in vain...
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 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 24 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
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.
Page 47 - WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with' an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief.
Page 240 - OUR bugles sang truce ; for the nightcloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered — The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.