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... land 2. My friends , our country must be FREE ! Is never lost , that has a son to right her , And here are troops of sons , and LOYAL ones ! Strong in her children should a mother be : Shall ours be HELPLESS , that has sons like us ...
... land 2. My friends , our country must be FREE ! Is never lost , that has a son to right her , And here are troops of sons , and LOYAL ones ! Strong in her children should a mother be : Shall ours be HELPLESS , that has sons like us ...
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... land like this . In an American , it would seem to me degenerate and ungrateful , to hang with passion upon the traces of Homer and Virgil , and follow with- out emotion , the nearer and plainer footsteps of Shakspeare and Milton ...
... land like this . In an American , it would seem to me degenerate and ungrateful , to hang with passion upon the traces of Homer and Virgil , and follow with- out emotion , the nearer and plainer footsteps of Shakspeare and Milton ...
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... land that bore you — O ! Do honor to her ! Let her glory in Your breeding . " - " These are Thy glorious works , Parent of Good . Almighty Thine this universal frame , now Thus wondrous fair ! Thyself how wondrous , then ! ” 6 Example ...
... land that bore you — O ! Do honor to her ! Let her glory in Your breeding . " - " These are Thy glorious works , Parent of Good . Almighty Thine this universal frame , now Thus wondrous fair ! Thyself how wondrous , then ! ” 6 Example ...
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... land about , and all the flowers that blow , And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go . “ O look ! the sun begins to rise , the heavens are in a glow ; He shines upon a hundred fields , and all of them I know . O sweet ...
... land about , and all the flowers that blow , And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go . “ O look ! the sun begins to rise , the heavens are in a glow ; He shines upon a hundred fields , and all of them I know . O sweet ...
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... him at the entrance of two roads , one leading into a peaceful , sunny land , covered with a fertile harvest , and resounding with soft , sweet songs ; the other leading the wanderer into a deep , dark cave , whence 6 ( 61 ) Richter.
... him at the entrance of two roads , one leading into a peaceful , sunny land , covered with a fertile harvest , and resounding with soft , sweet songs ; the other leading the wanderer into a deep , dark cave , whence 6 ( 61 ) Richter.
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Page 188 - Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Page 43 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? And sell the mighty space of our large honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus? — I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 49 - ... little did I dream, that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult.
Page 238 - My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, .Like that above.
Page 40 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 35 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Page 318 - But why do I talk of Death ? That phantom of grisly bone ? I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep ; Oh, God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap...
Page 55 - And thou art terrible : the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know or dream or fear Of agony, are thine. But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Page 29 - It may cost treasure, and it may cost blood ; but it will stand, and it will richly compensate for both. Through the thick gloom of the present, I see the brightness of the future, as the sun in heaven. We shall make this a glorious, an immortal day. When we are in our graves, our children will honor it. They will celebrate it with thanksgiving, with festivity, with bonfires and illuminations. On its annual return they will shed tears, copious, gushing tears, not of subjection and slavery, not of...
Page 50 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.