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... Rip Van Winkle 64. Bill and Joe . 65. Sorrow for the Dead 68. What Constitutes a State ? John Tobin . 238 Washington Irving . 242 Oliver Wendell Holmes . Washington Irving . James Gates Percival . Thomas Jefferson . 246 249 251 253 255 ...
... Rip Van Winkle 64. Bill and Joe . 65. Sorrow for the Dead 68. What Constitutes a State ? John Tobin . 238 Washington Irving . 242 Oliver Wendell Holmes . Washington Irving . James Gates Percival . Thomas Jefferson . 246 249 251 253 255 ...
Page 238
... man's as well as I am : have some mercy ! He hath been here almost three weeks already . Host . Well , then , a week . Lamp 238 ECLECTIC SERIES . The Quack Rip Van Winkle Bill and Sorrow for the Dead What Constitutes a State? John Tobin.
... man's as well as I am : have some mercy ! He hath been here almost three weeks already . Host . Well , then , a week . Lamp 238 ECLECTIC SERIES . The Quack Rip Van Winkle Bill and Sorrow for the Dead What Constitutes a State? John Tobin.
Page 242
... RIP VAN WINKLE . THE appearance of Rip , with his long , grizzled beard , his rusty fowling piece , his uncouth dress , and an army of women and children at his heels , soon attracted the atten- tion of the tavern politicians . They ...
... RIP VAN WINKLE . THE appearance of Rip , with his long , grizzled beard , his rusty fowling piece , his uncouth dress , and an army of women and children at his heels , soon attracted the atten- tion of the tavern politicians . They ...
Page 243
... Van Bummel , the schoolmaster ? " off to the wars , too ; was a great militia general , and is now in Congress . " Rip's ... Winkle ? " " Oh , Rip Van Winkle ! " exclaimed two or three . " Oh , to be sure ! That's Rip Van Winkle yonder ...
... Van Bummel , the schoolmaster ? " off to the wars , too ; was a great militia general , and is now in Congress . " Rip's ... Winkle ? " " Oh , Rip Van Winkle ! " exclaimed two or three . " Oh , to be sure ! That's Rip Van Winkle yonder ...
Page 244
... Rip Van Winkle was his name ; but it's twenty years since he went away from home with his gun , and never has been heard of since ; his dog came home without him ; but whether he shot himself , or was carried away by the Indians ...
... Rip Van Winkle was his name ; but it's twenty years since he went away from home with his gun , and never has been heard of since ; his dog came home without him ; but whether he shot himself , or was carried away by the Indians ...
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Page 142 - Then Paul stood in the midst of Mars' hill, and said, "Ye men of Athens, I perceive that in all things ye are too superstitious. For as I passed by, and beheld your devotions, I found an altar with this inscription, TO THE UNKNOWN GOD. Whom therefore ye ignorantly worship, him declare I unto you.
Page 102 - Gentlemen may cry peace! peace! but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Page 248 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 90 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Page 332 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 421 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me : But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Page 102 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged ; their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable — and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace; but there is no peace.
Page 428 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Page 152 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues : be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Page 412 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...