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... tell its value . It ought not to be locked up in the closet of private friendship , for it belongs to " man . " HENRY V. D. JOHNS . LANVALE STREET , BALTIMORE , August , 26th , 1856 . LETTER FROM HON . CHIEF JUSTICE TANEY , NARRATING ...
... tell its value . It ought not to be locked up in the closet of private friendship , for it belongs to " man . " HENRY V. D. JOHNS . LANVALE STREET , BALTIMORE , August , 26th , 1856 . LETTER FROM HON . CHIEF JUSTICE TANEY , NARRATING ...
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... both our eyes again , My sister ! Who then shall first my greeting seek ? Whose warm tear fall upon my cheek ? And tell the joy she cannot speak ? My sister ! My sister ! —those bright days are gone , And TO MY SISTER . 39.
... both our eyes again , My sister ! Who then shall first my greeting seek ? Whose warm tear fall upon my cheek ? And tell the joy she cannot speak ? My sister ! My sister ! —those bright days are gone , And TO MY SISTER . 39.
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... tell , and bring to light A prowess never shining but by night . " The baseness of my rival casts a stain E'en on the glorious prize I seek to gain , For poor his triumph , whatsoe'er the prize , Who stoops like me , and with Ulysses ...
... tell , and bring to light A prowess never shining but by night . " The baseness of my rival casts a stain E'en on the glorious prize I seek to gain , For poor his triumph , whatsoe'er the prize , Who stoops like me , and with Ulysses ...
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... tell ; Could I recall them all , an age would not Suffice to tell , what seemed for ages borne . Man's frail abode in this sad world of change Is often sung , and heard but as a song : Death's touch oft wakes his victim to its truth ...
... tell ; Could I recall them all , an age would not Suffice to tell , what seemed for ages borne . Man's frail abode in this sad world of change Is often sung , and heard but as a song : Death's touch oft wakes his victim to its truth ...
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... Tell all to me , and when you meet Take care that I am by . Now I must tell you who I am , Lest 72 KEY'S POEMS .
... Tell all to me , and when you meet Take care that I am by . Now I must tell you who I am , Lest 72 KEY'S POEMS .
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Ajax arms Art thou Beanes bear beauty behold bestow Bible Bladensburg bless bliss brave breath bright wreath British army brows Bruin Cæsar called Catechism CHIEF JUSTICE TANEY Christ Christian command Covenanters darkness daugh death Delia Diomede Divine E'en e'er earth Fair land faith fear feel flag fleet form a bright friends Georgetown gift gilt give gloom glory grace grave hand hath hear heart HEATHERDALE heaven honor hope Illustrated John Anderson Key's light live look Lord maiden morn morocco never nigh night path patriot peace Pilgrim's Progress plain poet's portrait praise prayer rapture rich ROBERT CARTER Sarah Gayle scenes shine ships Sing sister smile song sorrow soul springs Star Spangled Banner stitches sweet tears tell thee There's There's a home thine things Thomas Cochrane thou my Father thou shalt thought treasures Ulysses vols warm words ye nations
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Page 33 - On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Page 68 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Page 32 - Oh say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Page 153 - Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more? Is his mercy clean gone for ever? doth his promise fail for evermore? Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies?
Page 172 - Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, Wretched wanderer, far astray; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away...
Page 34 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto— "IN GOD IS OUR TRUST...
Page 33 - Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Page 173 - Wretched wanderer, far astray ; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away ; Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, And, the light of hope revealing, Bade the blood-stained cross appear. 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express...
Page 172 - I'd praise thee, -^ For the bliss thy love bestows; For the pardoning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows...
Page 153 - And I said, It is mine own infirmity : but I will remember the years of the right hand of the most Highest.