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... side , Henry on my left , and press them thus against my bosom , with their sweet faces turned towards me , and their breath fan- ning my cheeks . I scan their features in order to discover that family likeness which is , as it were ...
... side , Henry on my left , and press them thus against my bosom , with their sweet faces turned towards me , and their breath fan- ning my cheeks . I scan their features in order to discover that family likeness which is , as it were ...
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... side , and watched the rapid progress of that delirious attack . Soon his vital powers declined , and the sufferer lay still ; he repeated now indistinctly and with enfeebled voice some lines of Virgil , whose writings he was ...
... side , and watched the rapid progress of that delirious attack . Soon his vital powers declined , and the sufferer lay still ; he repeated now indistinctly and with enfeebled voice some lines of Virgil , whose writings he was ...
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... side , one end of the coffin only was visible ; it seemed to me , on looking down into the grave , as if the dead had made an effort within the oaken envelope to rise from his funeral bed . I gave a start , and in he agitation my foot ...
... side , one end of the coffin only was visible ; it seemed to me , on looking down into the grave , as if the dead had made an effort within the oaken envelope to rise from his funeral bed . I gave a start , and in he agitation my foot ...
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... side in presence of his ripening harvest , and at the hour of his return home the women's songs mingled with the laughter of children ? If his home is to- day lonely like mine , the recollections of youth may still dwell there - smiling ...
... side in presence of his ripening harvest , and at the hour of his return home the women's songs mingled with the laughter of children ? If his home is to- day lonely like mine , the recollections of youth may still dwell there - smiling ...
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... side , with the bare possibility that he will throw me one passing glance , my end is the same . I live not to myself . " Beside yon highway stands an aged tree , solitary and alone . You see no living thing near it , and you say surely ...
... side , with the bare possibility that he will throw me one passing glance , my end is the same . I live not to myself . " Beside yon highway stands an aged tree , solitary and alone . You see no living thing near it , and you say surely ...
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Page 220 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat: if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed, as they passed, and said, ' Logan is the friend of white men.
Page 278 - Only be thou strong and very courageous, that thou mayest observe to do according to all the law, which Moses my servant commanded thee: turn not from it to the right hand or to the left, that thou mayest prosper whithersoever thou goest.
Page 38 - Call upon me in the day of trouble, and I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.
Page 241 - I beheld, and lo ! a great multitude, which no man can number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues...
Page 537 - Such a spirit is Liberty. At times she takes the form of a hateful reptile. She grovels, she hisses, she stings. But woe to those who in disgust shall venture to crush her! And happy are those who, having dared to receive her in her degraded and frightful shape, shall at length be rewarded by her in the time of her beauty and her glory!
Page 542 - It is true that a little philosophy inclineth man's mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion. For, while the mind of man looketh upon second causes scattered, it may sometimes rest in them and go no further, but, when it beholdeth the chain of them confederate and linked together, it must needs fly to Providence and Deity.
Page 198 - I know there is not a man here who would not rather see a general conflagration sweep over the land, or an earthquake sink it, than one jot or tittle of that plighted faith fall to the ground. For myself, having, twelve months ago in this place, moved you that George Washington be appointed commander of the forces raised or to be raised for defence of American liberty, may my right hand forget her cunning, and my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I hesitate or waver in the support I give...
Page 555 - Mayflower of a forlorn hope, freighted with the prospects of a future state, and bound across the unknown sea. I behold it pursuing, with a thousand misgivings, the uncertain, the tedious voyage. Suns rise and set, and weeks and months pass, and winter surprises them on the deep, but brings them not the sight of the wished-for shore.
Page 199 - ... it, resolved to stand with it, or fall with it. Send it to the public halls; proclaim it there; let them hear it who heard the first roar of the enemy's cannon — let them see it, who saw their brothers and their sons fall on the field of Bunker Hill, and in the streets of Lexington and Concord, — and the very walls will cry out in its support.
Page 199 - They will celebrate it with thanksgiving, with festivity, with bonfires, and illuminations. On its annual return they will shed tears, copious, gushing tears, not of subjection and slavery, not of agony and distress, but of exultation, of gratitude, and of joy.