Southland Writers: Biographical and Critical Sketches of the Living Female Writers of the South. With Extracts from Their Writings, Том 2Claxton, Remsen & Haffelfinger, 1870 - Всего страниц: 973 |
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Стр. 576 - Vice is a monster of such frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; But seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Стр. 667 - A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think now in hard words, and tomorrow speak what tomorrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict everything you said today. "Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood.
Стр. 928 - No ! for whoever with an earnest soul Strives for some end from this low world afar, Still upward travels, though he miss the goal, And strays but towards a star. Better than fame is still the wish for fame, The constant training for a glorious strife : The athlete nurtured for the Olympian Game, Gains strength at least for life.
Стр. 872 - We laid him to rest in his cold, narrow bed, And graved on the marble we placed o'er his head, As the proudest tribute our sad hearts could pay, He never disgraced the jacket of gray. Then fold it up carefully, lay it aside, Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride ; For dear must it be to our hearts evermore, The jacket of gray our loved soldier-boy wore.
Стр. 771 - O setting sun, awhile delay; Linger on sea and shore ; For thousand eyes now gaze on thee, That shall not see thee more; A thousand hearts beat proudly now, Whose race, like thine, is o'er...
Стр. 532 - Four Oaks' is to be commended almost -as much for what it is not, as for what it is. It is not a 'sensational
Стр. 872 - His young comrades found him, and tenderly bore The cold, lifeless form to his home by the shore; Oh ! dark were our hearts on that terrible day, When we saw our dead boy in the jacket of gray.
Стр. 878 - Stop, soldier, stop! this cruel act Will ring through all the land, Shame on the heart that planned the deed ! Shame on the coward hand That drops the sword of justice bright To grasp these iron rings ! On them, not me, dishonor falls, To them this dark shame clings. "Manacled? O, my God! my God! Is this a Christian land ? And did our countries ever meet And grasp each other's hand ? O, Mexico ! on thy red fields I battled 'midst the fray ; i My riflemen, with steady aim, Won Buena Vista.s day.
Стр. 916 - Thou makest him to have dominion of the works of thy hands : and thou hast put all things in subjection under his feet...
Стр. 746 - ... that any love it; The token flag that, silently, Each breeze's visit numbers, Alone keeps martial ward above The hero's dreamless slumbers. No name ? no record ? Ask the world— The world has heard his story— If all its annals can unfold A prouder tale of glory ? If ever merely human life Hath taught diviner moral— If ever round a worthier brow Was twined a purer laurel ? Humanity's responsive heart...