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De 三 Entered according to Act of Congress , in the year 1872 , by P. GARRETT & CO . , in the Office of the Librarian of Congress , at Washington . TO THE GOOD AND TRUE OF THE NATION , To.
De 三 Entered according to Act of Congress , in the year 1872 , by P. GARRETT & CO . , in the Office of the Librarian of Congress , at Washington . TO THE GOOD AND TRUE OF THE NATION , To.
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TO THE GOOD AND TRUE OF THE NATION , To the Millions of Intelligent Readers and Speakers throughout our Country , and to all who appreciate Choice Literature , either in the Parlor , School Room , Library or Forum , DOG This Volume is ...
TO THE GOOD AND TRUE OF THE NATION , To the Millions of Intelligent Readers and Speakers throughout our Country , and to all who appreciate Choice Literature , either in the Parlor , School Room , Library or Forum , DOG This Volume is ...
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... true , are few , -his life is long ; For he has gathered many a precious gem ; Enraptured , he has dwelt where master minds Have poured their own deep musings , -and his heart Has glowed with love to Him who framed us thus , -- Who ...
... true , are few , -his life is long ; For he has gathered many a precious gem ; Enraptured , he has dwelt where master minds Have poured their own deep musings , -and his heart Has glowed with love to Him who framed us thus , -- Who ...
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... true ; in another , not . We have committed aggression upon no man . In all the broad land , in their rebel nest , in their traitor's camp , no truthful man can rise and say that he has ever been disturbed , though it be but for a ...
... true ; in another , not . We have committed aggression upon no man . In all the broad land , in their rebel nest , in their traitor's camp , no truthful man can rise and say that he has ever been disturbed , though it be but for a ...
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... true , I'm old and pensioned , but I want to fight again . " " Have I forgotten ? " said the Chief : " My brave old soldier , no ! And here's the hand I gave you then , and let it tell you so ; But you have done your share , my friend ...
... true , I'm old and pensioned , but I want to fight again . " " Have I forgotten ? " said the Chief : " My brave old soldier , no ! And here's the hand I gave you then , and let it tell you so ; But you have done your share , my friend ...
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Popular passages
Page 101 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Page 108 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Page 145 - 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...
Page 134 - O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Page 34 - If we shall suppose that American slavery is one of those offenses which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through His appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both North and South this terrible war as the woe due to those by whom the offense came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a living God always ascribe to Him?
Page 100 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer, — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Page 134 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 108 - I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Page 72 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 142 - NAY, then, farewell, I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.