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Page 6865 - Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That...
Page 6830 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
Page 6992 - Now I hold it is not decent for a scientific gent To say another is an ass— at least, to all intent; Nor should the individual who happens to be meant Reply by heaving rocks at him, to any great extent.
Page 6995 - And the points that he made, Were quite frightful to see, Till at last he put down a right bower, Which the same Nye had dealt unto me. Then I looked up at Nye, And he gazed upon me; And he rose with a sigh, And said, 'Can this be? We are ruined by Chinese cheap labor,' And he went for that heathen Chinee.
Page 6997 - twas boyish fancy—for the reader Was youngest of them all— But, as he read, from clustering pine and cedar A silence seemed to fall: The fir-trees, gathering closer in the shadows, Listened in every spray, While the whole camp, with "Nell" on English meadows Wandered and lost their way.
Page 6697 - Sitting by a river's side, Where a silent stream did glide, Muse I did of many things, That the mind in quiet brings. I 'gan think how some men deem Gold their god ; and some esteem Honour is the chief content, That to man in life is lent. And some others do contend, Quiet none, like to a friend. Others hold, there is no wealth Compared to a perfect health. Some man's mind in quiet stands, When he is lord of many lands : But I did sigh, and said all this...
Page 6997 - ABOVE the pines the moon was slowly drifting, The river sang below ; The dim Sierras, far beyond, uplifting Their minarets of snow. The roaring camp-fire, with rude humour, painted The ruddy tints of health On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted In the fierce race for wealth ; Till one arose, and from his pack's scant treasure A hoarded volume drew, And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure To hear the tale anew. And then, while round them...
Page 6862 - The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard ; Then wore his monarch's signet ring: Then pressed that monarch's throne — a king ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, '° As Eden's garden bird.