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... William Dimond 131 John Lowe 89 John Kells Ingram 195 Elizabeth Lloyd Howell . 252 Leslie Walter 297 William Thom 117 Selleck Osborn 111 MOONLIGHT , Robert Kelley Weeks 318 NEARER , MY GOD , TO THEE , Sarah Flower CONTENTS . vii.
... William Dimond 131 John Lowe 89 John Kells Ingram 195 Elizabeth Lloyd Howell . 252 Leslie Walter 297 William Thom 117 Selleck Osborn 111 MOONLIGHT , Robert Kelley Weeks 318 NEARER , MY GOD , TO THEE , Sarah Flower CONTENTS . vii.
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Rossiter Johnson. NEARER , MY GOD , TO THEE , Sarah Flower Adams STAR - SPANGLED BANNER , THE Francis Scott Key VISIT. MORTALITY , MY AIN COUNTREE , MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE , MY MARYLAND , MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS , • NATHAN HALE ...
Rossiter Johnson. NEARER , MY GOD , TO THEE , Sarah Flower Adams STAR - SPANGLED BANNER , THE Francis Scott Key VISIT. MORTALITY , MY AIN COUNTREE , MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE , MY MARYLAND , MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS , • NATHAN HALE ...
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... THEE , TALE OF A TUB , THE NEW TEARS OF SCOTLAND , THE THE DULE ' S ' I THIS BONNET O ' MINE , George W. Cutter Jane Welsh Carlyle Walter Mitchell Anonymous F. W. N. Bayley Tobias Smollett Sir Charles Sedley 26 John W. Weidemeyer 319 ...
... THEE , TALE OF A TUB , THE NEW TEARS OF SCOTLAND , THE THE DULE ' S ' I THIS BONNET O ' MINE , George W. Cutter Jane Welsh Carlyle Walter Mitchell Anonymous F. W. N. Bayley Tobias Smollett Sir Charles Sedley 26 John W. Weidemeyer 319 ...
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... thee , done blabbing- Although to give the lye Deserves no less than stabbing- Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soule can kill . SIR WALTER RALEIGH . Lament for Sir Philip Sidney . You knew - who knew not Astrophel ? That I ...
... thee , done blabbing- Although to give the lye Deserves no less than stabbing- Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soule can kill . SIR WALTER RALEIGH . Lament for Sir Philip Sidney . You knew - who knew not Astrophel ? That I ...
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... thee . THIS winter weather , it waxeth cold , And frost doth freese on every hill ; And Boreas blows his blastes so ... thee . " " O Bell , why dost thou flyte and scorne ? Thou kenst my cloake is very thin It is so bare and overworne A ...
... thee . THIS winter weather , it waxeth cold , And frost doth freese on every hill ; And Boreas blows his blastes so ... thee . " " O Bell , why dost thou flyte and scorne ? Thou kenst my cloake is very thin It is so bare and overworne A ...
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Page 98 - Their blood has washed 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 80 - No : — men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude, — Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; 3 And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Page 93 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Page 270 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 286 - Sadly, but not with upbraiding The generous deed was done. In the storm of the years that are fading No braver battle was won: — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day: — Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray.
Page 244 - Noiselessly as the daylight Comes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun. Noiselessly as the springtime Her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves...
Page 109 - HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew...
Page 97 - 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 191 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ! No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few; On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread. And glory guards, with solemn round. The bivouac of the dead.
Page 143 - With deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder, where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee ; With thy bells of Shandon that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee.