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Page 18
... sent friend absent ' himself ? Did he abstract ' an ab'stract of your speech from the desk ? Note the mark of ac'cent , and accent ' the right syllable . Desert ' us not in the des'ert . If that proj'ect fail , he will project ' another ...
... sent friend absent ' himself ? Did he abstract ' an ab'stract of your speech from the desk ? Note the mark of ac'cent , and accent ' the right syllable . Desert ' us not in the des'ert . If that proj'ect fail , he will project ' another ...
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... sent the men , As you appointed , to the place . " 5. And the bride - maidens whispered , " ' T were better , by far , To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar . " Fear . 1. Hush ! Keep still ! Don't breathe a loud word ...
... sent the men , As you appointed , to the place . " 5. And the bride - maidens whispered , " ' T were better , by far , To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar . " Fear . 1. Hush ! Keep still ! Don't breathe a loud word ...
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... sent some related object . Bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave . Who steals my purse steals trash . Irony is the use of words so as to convey a meaning exactly opposite to what is said . Brutus is an honorable man . No ...
... sent some related object . Bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave . Who steals my purse steals trash . Irony is the use of words so as to convey a meaning exactly opposite to what is said . Brutus is an honorable man . No ...
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for elevating our conceptions of the heavenly bodies , they pre- sent , even to the unaided sight , scenes of glory which words are too feeble to describe . I had occasion , a few weeks since , to take the early train from Providence to ...
for elevating our conceptions of the heavenly bodies , they pre- sent , even to the unaided sight , scenes of glory which words are too feeble to describe . I had occasion , a few weeks since , to take the early train from Providence to ...
Page 121
... sent their offerings , saved or earned perhaps by the self - denials of Lent , on the afternoon of Easter Sunday . One little girl has broken herself of the habit of procrastination and been re- warded therefor ; her brother has learned ...
... sent their offerings , saved or earned perhaps by the self - denials of Lent , on the afternoon of Easter Sunday . One little girl has broken herself of the habit of procrastination and been re- warded therefor ; her brother has learned ...
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Page 291 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
Page 309 - Peace — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish ? What would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery ? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Page 323 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 102 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Page 306 - Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation ? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth ; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
Page 340 - Break, break, break On thy cold gray stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Page 322 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 308 - If we wish to be free; if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges, for which we have been so long contending ; if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle, in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, — we must fight! — I repeat it, sir, we must fight ! An appeal to arms, and to the God of hosts, is all that is left us.
Page 258 - 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 301 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers: they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was, as it were, a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane, as I do here.