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... friends to guess . Were you to ask him he would perhaps tell you that he is this side of forty . Which side is of little matter , for he will never grow old . His boyhood , aside from a gift of humor beyond his years , was in no wise ...
... friends to guess . Were you to ask him he would perhaps tell you that he is this side of forty . Which side is of little matter , for he will never grow old . His boyhood , aside from a gift of humor beyond his years , was in no wise ...
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... friends , So Albert Sidney Johnston , the chief of belt and scar , Lay down to die at Shiloh and turned the scales of war . Now five and twenty years are gone , and lo , to - day they come , The Blue and Gray in proud array with ...
... friends , So Albert Sidney Johnston , the chief of belt and scar , Lay down to die at Shiloh and turned the scales of war . Now five and twenty years are gone , and lo , to - day they come , The Blue and Gray in proud array with ...
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... friend , ' twere meet that you and I Should alter Fate's decree , Come don my robes ! " Not I , not I , The King's robe is the target's eye . If I should see the King go by Along the King's highway , Methinks that I would rise and cry ...
... friend , ' twere meet that you and I Should alter Fate's decree , Come don my robes ! " Not I , not I , The King's robe is the target's eye . If I should see the King go by Along the King's highway , Methinks that I would rise and cry ...
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... friends are nigh ; He wills it not that thus we die ; O friends accurst of Want and Thirst , Our comrades gather , do your worst ! " A sharp affright runs through the night , An ambush stirred , a column reined ; The hurrying steed has ...
... friends are nigh ; He wills it not that thus we die ; O friends accurst of Want and Thirst , Our comrades gather , do your worst ! " A sharp affright runs through the night , An ambush stirred , a column reined ; The hurrying steed has ...
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... friends ! I still am near ; — Watching the smiles I prized on earth , Your converse mild , your blameless mirth ; Now too I hear Of whispered sounds the tale complete , Low prayers , and musings sweet . A sea before The Throne is spread ...
... friends ! I still am near ; — Watching the smiles I prized on earth , Your converse mild , your blameless mirth ; Now too I hear Of whispered sounds the tale complete , Low prayers , and musings sweet . A sea before The Throne is spread ...
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Page 239 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal ;" Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on.
Page 246 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 109 - Where'er he sees a smile too bright, Or heart too pure for taint and vice, He bears it to that world of light, To dwell in Paradise. Born...
Page 245 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 354 - 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. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads...
Page 239 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Page 238 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Page 236 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Page 239 - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 363 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.