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... There's but one pair of Stockings to Mend to - night ... ོ ོ ོ ོ ལ Will the New Year come to - night Mamma ... There once was a Toper ............ ii . 56 Tubal Cain ...... .Charles Mackay . ii . 69 ii . 136 Tim Tuff ..... Edward Capern ...
... There's but one pair of Stockings to Mend to - night ... ོ ོ ོ ོ ལ Will the New Year come to - night Mamma ... There once was a Toper ............ ii . 56 Tubal Cain ...... .Charles Mackay . ii . 69 ii . 136 Tim Tuff ..... Edward Capern ...
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... There is no effort of science or art that may not be ex- ceeded ; no depth of philosophy that cannot be deeper sounded ... there's the respect That makes celibacy of so long life ; For who would bear the quips and jeers of friends , The ...
... There is no effort of science or art that may not be ex- ceeded ; no depth of philosophy that cannot be deeper sounded ... there's the respect That makes celibacy of so long life ; For who would bear the quips and jeers of friends , The ...
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... There was lack of woman's nursing , there was dearth of women's tears ; But a comrade stood beside him , while his ... There's another - not a sister ; in the happy days gone by , You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in ...
... There was lack of woman's nursing , there was dearth of women's tears ; But a comrade stood beside him , while his ... There's another - not a sister ; in the happy days gone by , You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in ...
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... There's a foe on our border , - A foe striding on to the gulf of his doom ; Freemen are rising and marching in order , Leaving the plough and the anvil and loom . Rust dims the harvest - sheen Of scythe and of sickle keen ; The axe ...
... There's a foe on our border , - A foe striding on to the gulf of his doom ; Freemen are rising and marching in order , Leaving the plough and the anvil and loom . Rust dims the harvest - sheen Of scythe and of sickle keen ; The axe ...
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... there's a patriot hand Grasping the bolts of the thunders of war ! HEZEKIAH STUBBINS ' ORATION , July 4th . FELLER ... there ain't a peg out - a jint loose , or the cogs don't want greasin ' . You've got to overhaul the conductors you've ...
... there's a patriot hand Grasping the bolts of the thunders of war ! HEZEKIAH STUBBINS ' ORATION , July 4th . FELLER ... there ain't a peg out - a jint loose , or the cogs don't want greasin ' . You've got to overhaul the conductors you've ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 101 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Seite 108 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Seite 145 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Seite 134 - O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 34 - If we shall suppose that American slavery is one of those offenses which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through His appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both North and South this terrible war as the woe due to those by whom the offense came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a living God always ascribe to Him?
Seite 100 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer, — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Seite 134 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 108 - I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Seite 72 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Seite 142 - NAY, then, farewell, I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.