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... never would lay down my arms - never - never — never ! But , my Lords , who is the man that , in addition to these disgraces and mischiefs of our army , has dared to authorize and associate to our arms the tomahawk and scalping - knife ...
... never would lay down my arms - never - never — never ! But , my Lords , who is the man that , in addition to these disgraces and mischiefs of our army , has dared to authorize and associate to our arms the tomahawk and scalping - knife ...
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... never felt before— I'm sure , I'm sure of it , Maggie , I never shall rave any more . Maggie , you know how these long years I've heard her calling , so sad , " Bessie , oh , Bessie ! " so mournful ? It always drives me mad ! How the ...
... never felt before— I'm sure , I'm sure of it , Maggie , I never shall rave any more . Maggie , you know how these long years I've heard her calling , so sad , " Bessie , oh , Bessie ! " so mournful ? It always drives me mad ! How the ...
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... many were in tears , and many knelt down before him and blessed him as he passed . England has had many heroes , but never one who so entirely possessed the love of his fellow - countrymen as Nelson . All men NUMBER SEVEN . 23.
... many were in tears , and many knelt down before him and blessed him as he passed . England has had many heroes , but never one who so entirely possessed the love of his fellow - countrymen as Nelson . All men NUMBER SEVEN . 23.
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... once more before they put me under- ground ; They brought my father home feet first , and it never shall be said That his son Joe , who rode so straight , died quietly in his bed . 66 " Brandy ! " he cried ; a tumbler 56 BEST SELECTIONS.
... once more before they put me under- ground ; They brought my father home feet first , and it never shall be said That his son Joe , who rode so straight , died quietly in his bed . 66 " Brandy ! " he cried ; a tumbler 56 BEST SELECTIONS.
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... never wore a pair of boots For thirty years or more . But good old Grimes is now at rest , Nor fears misfortune's frown ; He wore a double - breasted vest , The stripes ran up and down . He modest merit sought to find , And pay it its ...
... never wore a pair of boots For thirty years or more . But good old Grimes is now at rest , Nor fears misfortune's frown ; He wore a double - breasted vest , The stripes ran up and down . He modest merit sought to find , And pay it its ...
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Стр. 69 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Стр. 29 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Стр. 96 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore 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.
Стр. 115 - Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God. Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men.
Стр. 142 - Such an act, That blurs the grace and blush of modesty ; Calls virtue hypocrite ; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows As false as dicers...
Стр. 178 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Стр. 133 - unto thee for this purpose, to make thee a minister and a witness both of these things which thou hast seen, and of those things in the which I will appear unto thee ; delivering thee from the people, and from the Gentiles, unto whom now I send thee, to open their eyes, and to turn them from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan unto God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins, and inheritance among them which are sanctified by faith that is in me.
Стр. 29 - Gave the lustre of midday to objects below; When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Стр. 36 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank; But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Стр. 145 - My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music : it is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word ; which madness Would gambol from.