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

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P. W. Ziegler & Company, 1892 - 496ÆäÀÌÁö
 

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165 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ? Doct.
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
68 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis not enough, your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do; Men must be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown proposed as things forgot.
517 ÆäÀÌÁö - Honor and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honor lies.
505 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nothing great is lightly won, Nothing won is lost; Every good deed, nobly done, Will repay the cost. Leave to Heaven, in humble trust, All you will to do; But if you succeed, you must Paddle your own canoe.
392 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... to the fund for the erection of a monument to the memory of the brave men whose remains are deposited in the cemetery.
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sod with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.

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