Men of Mark in Georgia: A Complete and Elaborate History of the State from Its Settlement to the Present Time, Chiefly Told in Biographies and Autobiographies of the Most Eminent Men of Each Period of Georgia's Progress and Development, Volume 2 (Google eBook)

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William J. Northen, John Temple Graves
A. B. Caldwell, 1910 - Georgia
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Page 156 - My life is like the prints which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand : Soon as the rising tide shall beat, All trace will vanish from the sand ; Yet, as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea. But none, alas ! shall mourn for me ! RICHARD HENRY WILDE.
Page 339 - Ill., in 1878; studied law and was admitted to the bar in 1880; was elected city attorney of Galesburg in 1881; was chairman of the Republican county central committee of Knox County in 1884; was elected a member of the lower house of the general assembly of...
Page 156 - Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless tree But none shall breathe a sigh for me! My life is like the prints which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand; Soon as the rising tide shall beat, All trace will vanish from the sand; Yet, as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea But none, alas! shall mourn for me!
Page 55 - That his Excellency, the Governor, be, and he is hereby, requested...
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Page 156 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray ; Its hold is frail, its date is brief: Restless and soon to pass away ; Yet ere that leaf shall fall and fade The parent tree will mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless tree. But none shall breathe a sigh for me...
Page 156 - MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die! Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept the waste to see, But none shall weep a tear for me! My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray; Its hold is frail...
Page 113 - She muffled up her head and face, and opening the door, inquired why they disturbed a sick, lone woman. They said they had traced a man they wanted to catch near to her house, and asked if any one on horseback had passed that way. She answered, no but she saw some one on a sorrel horse turn out of the path into the woods, some two or three hundred yards back.
Page 117 - The clouds of war gathered, and burst with a dreadful explosion in this State. Nancy's spirit rose with the tempest. She declared and proved herself a friend to her country, ready "to do or die.
Page 114 - ... exchanging rude jests with him. The Tories, pleased with her freedom, invited her to partake of the liquor they had brought with them, an invitation which was accepted with witty thanks.

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