National PreceptorWoodford & Company, 1845 - 336 ページ |
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... cried the afflicted merchant ; " it must be so ; my poor dog is certainly mad what must I do ? I must kill him , lest some greater misfortune befall me ; but with what regret ! Oh , could I find some one to perform this cruel office for ...
... cried the afflicted merchant ; " it must be so ; my poor dog is certainly mad what must I do ? I must kill him , lest some greater misfortune befall me ; but with what regret ! Oh , could I find some one to perform this cruel office for ...
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... cried out , " Colter , I am wounded ! " Colter remonstrated with him on the folly of attempting to escape , and urged him to come ashore . Instead of complying , he instantly levelled his rifle at the Indian , and shot him dead on the ...
... cried out , " Colter , I am wounded ! " Colter remonstrated with him on the folly of attempting to escape , and urged him to come ashore . Instead of complying , he instantly levelled his rifle at the Indian , and shot him dead on the ...
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... chaos yells The many mingled cries . * John , king of England , A. D. 1199 . 7. That day Lewellyn little loved The chase of hart 5 NATIONAL PRECEPTOR . 49 Damon and Pythias, Beth Gelert, or the Grave of the Greyhound, W Spencer.
... chaos yells The many mingled cries . * John , king of England , A. D. 1199 . 7. That day Lewellyn little loved The chase of hart 5 NATIONAL PRECEPTOR . 49 Damon and Pythias, Beth Gelert, or the Grave of the Greyhound, W Spencer.
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... cried , And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side . 15. His suppliant looks , as prone he fell , No pity could impart , But still his Gelert's dying yell Passed heavy o'er his heart . 16. Aroused by Gelert's dying ...
... cried , And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side . 15. His suppliant looks , as prone he fell , No pity could impart , But still his Gelert's dying yell Passed heavy o'er his heart . 16. Aroused by Gelert's dying ...
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... cries of the poor , whose covering he had taken away ; but the sound of feasting and revelry was in his apartments , and the unfed beggar came tottering from his door . 19. But he considered not that the cries of the oppressed were ...
... cries of the poor , whose covering he had taken away ; but the sound of feasting and revelry was in his apartments , and the unfed beggar came tottering from his door . 19. But he considered not that the cries of the oppressed were ...
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331 ページ - 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 magnificently stern array!
159 ページ - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
281 ページ - Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love ? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir.
300 ページ - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
285 ページ - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
253 ページ - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To be, contents his natural desire, He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire ; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
159 ページ - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
298 ページ - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect...
281 ページ - Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who having eyes see not, and having ears hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
187 ページ - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.