Reminiscences of a Rebel

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Neale publishing Company, 1913 - 133 Seiten
 

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Seite 48 - One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
Seite 121 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Seite 25 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Seite 52 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Seite 96 - A prison is a house of care. A place where none can thrive, A touchstone true to try a friend, A grave for one alive. Sometimes a place of right. Sometimes a place of wrong, Sometimes a place of rogues and thieves, And honest men among.
Seite 7 - LAY down the axe ; fling by the spade ; Leave in its track the toiling plough ; The rifle and the bayonet-blade For arms like yours were fitter now ; And let the hands that ply the pen Quit the light task, and learn to wield The horseman's crooked brand, and rein The charger on the battle-field.
Seite 7 - To where the blood-stream blots the green. Strike to defend the gentlest sway That Time in all his course has seen. See, from a thousand coverts — see, Spring the armed foes that haunt her track ; They rush to smite her down, and we...
Seite 63 - Believe me, nothing except a battle lost, can be half so melancholy as a battle won...
Seite 59 - The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art, Reigns, more or less, and glows, in ev'ry heart : The proud, to gain it, toils on toils endure ; The modest shun it, but to make it sure.

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