Sword and Pen: Or, Ventures and Adventures of Willard Glazier in War and Literature

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P.S. Ziegler, 1882 - 436 sivua

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Sivu 129 - When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Sivu 155 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? DOCTOR Therein the patient Must minister to himself.
Sivu 22 - Blandishments," said that distinguished son of genius and patriotism, "will not fascinate us, nor will threats of a halter intimidate; for, under God, we are determined that, wheresoever, whensoever, or howsoever we shall be called to make our exit, we will die free men.
Sivu 153 - If cold white mortals censure this great deed, Warn them, they judge not of superior beings, Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
Sivu 129 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Sivu 400 - Board, measures be taken for the erection of a monument to the memory of the late Lord Bishop of Calcutta, in the cathedral church of St.
Sivu 121 - But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Sivu 21 - War, on their own soil and at their own doors, was, indeed, a strange work to the yeomanry of New England. But their consciences were convinced of its necessity, their country called them to it, and they did not withhold themselves...
Sivu 337 - Peninsula ; crossed and destroyed the ferry just in time to check the advance of a pursuing cavalry force ; burned a train of thirty wagons, loaded with bacon ; captured thirteen prisoners, and encamped for the night five miles from the river.

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