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... honour of God and to secure our well being in the coming world - recollecting the tre- mendous import of our Saviour's question - What shall it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul ? With sentiments of ...
... honour of God and to secure our well being in the coming world - recollecting the tre- mendous import of our Saviour's question - What shall it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul ? With sentiments of ...
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... honour of your company we will send for you . THE CHILD ON THE OCEAN . MOTHER , how small a thing am I , Rocked on the restless sea ! I ask , when gazing on the sky , Can God remember me ? How solemnly the stars look out , Upon the ...
... honour of your company we will send for you . THE CHILD ON THE OCEAN . MOTHER , how small a thing am I , Rocked on the restless sea ! I ask , when gazing on the sky , Can God remember me ? How solemnly the stars look out , Upon the ...
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... honour , and rank - not because their cause is just . Char . Well , father , it may be so with some , or a good many , but not with me ; so that , after all , I don't see but I must be a soldier . To be an officer - a colonel , for ...
... honour , and rank - not because their cause is just . Char . Well , father , it may be so with some , or a good many , but not with me ; so that , after all , I don't see but I must be a soldier . To be an officer - a colonel , for ...
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... honour ; the magpie's dead . Mr. G. Poor Mag ! so he's gone . he to die ? Stew . Over - ate himself , sir . How came Mr. G. Did he , faith ? a greedy dog ; why , what did he get he liked so well ? Stew . Horse - flesh , sir ; he died of ...
... honour ; the magpie's dead . Mr. G. Poor Mag ! so he's gone . he to die ? Stew . Over - ate himself , sir . How came Mr. G. Did he , faith ? a greedy dog ; why , what did he get he liked so well ? Stew . Horse - flesh , sir ; he died of ...
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... honour . Mr. G. What ! more miseries ! more bad news ? Stew . Yes , sir , your bank has failed , and your cre- dit is lost , and you are not worth a shilling in the world . I made bold , sir , to come to wait on you about it , for I ...
... honour . Mr. G. What ! more miseries ! more bad news ? Stew . Yes , sir , your bank has failed , and your cre- dit is lost , and you are not worth a shilling in the world . I made bold , sir , to come to wait on you about it , for I ...
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Page 166 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron,...
Page 114 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Page 91 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 165 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 76 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 77 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Page 14 - There with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush, like a banner bathed in slaughter : There with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea...
Page 152 - And, Sir, where American liberty raised its first voice and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives in the strength of its manhood and full of its original spirit.
Page 171 - They fought— like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain: They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose. Like flowers at set of sun.
Page 116 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket. The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.