Braddock: A Story of the French and Indian WarsFunk & Wagnall's Company, 1893 - 470 pages |
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Page 68
... dangerous passage , they were in smoother water , and pulled for some distance in the pitch darkness . At last , the lieutenant ordered them to desist , and again all rested on their oars and listened . Like a raging storm on 68 BRADDOCK .
... dangerous passage , they were in smoother water , and pulled for some distance in the pitch darkness . At last , the lieutenant ordered them to desist , and again all rested on their oars and listened . Like a raging storm on 68 BRADDOCK .
Page 70
... dangerous shore , and the tall man came down to the water's edge to caution them . He stood on the stones near the water , holding a firebrand in each hand , directing them where to land , and in a few moments all were safely on shore ...
... dangerous shore , and the tall man came down to the water's edge to caution them . He stood on the stones near the water , holding a firebrand in each hand , directing them where to land , and in a few moments all were safely on shore ...
Page 79
... dangers he would have to un- dergo in the wilderness to escape from Canada . Often , as she stood by the gate in front of her father's house , her young mind dwelt on the stranger , and at such times she found herself hum- ming the song ...
... dangers he would have to un- dergo in the wilderness to escape from Canada . Often , as she stood by the gate in front of her father's house , her young mind dwelt on the stranger , and at such times she found herself hum- ming the song ...
Page 83
... dangers of a storm in the wilderness . She had never heard the crashing thunders rever- berating in those gloomy old woods . She had never seen a monarch splintered by the lightning's wrath , ADELE AND THE STRANGER . 83.
... dangers of a storm in the wilderness . She had never heard the crashing thunders rever- berating in those gloomy old woods . She had never seen a monarch splintered by the lightning's wrath , ADELE AND THE STRANGER . 83.
Page 88
... danger ; the storm be over , and then you can resume your journey home . " will soon " Do you live here , Monsieur ? " " I am only a temporary sojourner at this hut , Mademoiselle . " " Are you a hunter ? " " Not by profession ...
... danger ; the storm be over , and then you can resume your journey home . " will soon " Do you live here , Monsieur ? " " I am only a temporary sojourner at this hut , Mademoiselle . " " Are you a hunter ? " " Not by profession ...
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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.