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... fire , of the calf that wandered away and was lost , of the two young men on shipboard who were punished for fighting by having their hands tied behind them and being ordered to walk up and down the deck all day , of the strange visions ...
... fire , of the calf that wandered away and was lost , of the two young men on shipboard who were punished for fighting by having their hands tied behind them and being ordered to walk up and down the deck all day , of the strange visions ...
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... fire at home ; of whipping his little Joseph " pretty smartly " for " playing at Prayer - time and eating when Returne Thanks ; " of the lady who cruelly refused to bestow her hand upon the eager wid- ower , even though wooed with ...
... fire at home ; of whipping his little Joseph " pretty smartly " for " playing at Prayer - time and eating when Returne Thanks ; " of the lady who cruelly refused to bestow her hand upon the eager wid- ower , even though wooed with ...
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... fire . " There was Richard Henry Lee , the quiet thinker who blazed into the elo- Henry Lee , quence of earnestness and sincerity , the man who dared to move in Congress , " that these united colonies are , and of right ought to be ...
... fire . " There was Richard Henry Lee , the quiet thinker who blazed into the elo- Henry Lee , quence of earnestness and sincerity , the man who dared to move in Congress , " that these united colonies are , and of right ought to be ...
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... fires ; Strike for the green graves of your sires ; - God and your native land . At the end of this rousing war - cry are two lines that are as familiar as anything in the language : - One of the few , the immortal names That were not ...
... fires ; Strike for the green graves of your sires ; - God and your native land . At the end of this rousing war - cry are two lines that are as familiar as anything in the language : - One of the few , the immortal names That were not ...
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... fire ; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire . Under thy window I stand , And the midnight hears my cry : I love thee , I love but thee , With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold , Poems of 1854 . And the ...
... fire ; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire . Under thy window I stand , And the midnight hears my cry : I love thee , I love but thee , With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold , Poems of 1854 . And the ...
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Page 202 - THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.
Page 116 - 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.
Page 201 - There is a just God, who presides over the destinies of nations ; and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone ; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.
Page 99 - During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Page 101 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Page 207 - Still one thing more, fellowcitizens — a wise and frugal government, which shall restrain men from injuring one another, which shall leave them otherwise free to regulate their own pursuits of industry and improvement, and shall not take from the mouth of labor the bread it has earned.
Page 201 - 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 199 - Mr President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty?
Page 209 - In looking forward to the moment which is intended to terminate the career of my public life, my feelings do not permit me to suspend the deep acknowledgment of that debt of gratitude which I owe to my beloved country, for the many honors it has conferred upon me...
Page 75 - Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.