A History of Peaks Island and Its People: Also a Short History of House Island, Portland, Maine (Google eBook)

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Lakeside Press, 1897 - House Island (Me.) - 84 pages
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Page 84 - The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 85 - Laser Print natural white, a 60 # book weight acid-free archival paper which meets the requirements of ANSI/NISO Z39.48-1992 (permanence of paper) Preservation photocopying and binding by Acme Bookbinding Charlestown, Massachusetts CD 1995 The borrower must return this item on or before the last date stamped below.
Page 33 - Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Page 25 - And in those times there was no peace to him that went out, nor to him that came in, but great vexations were upon all the inhabitants of the countries. 6 And nation was "destroyed of nation, and city of city : for God did vex them with all adversity.
Page 33 - And ever the fitful gusts between, A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck.
Page 11 - THIS is the place. Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy Past The forms that once have been.
Page 17 - There disorder prevailed, and the tumult and stir of embarking. Busily plied the freighted boats ; and in the confusion Wives were torn from their husbands, and mothers, too late, saw their children Left on the land, extending their arms, with wildest entreaties.
Page 7 - There are no times like the old times, — they shall never be forgot ! There is no place like the old place, — keep green the dear old spot ! There are no friends like our old friends, — may Heaven prolong their lives ! There are no loves like our old loves, — God bless our loving wives 1 1865. A HYMN OF PEACE SUNG AT THE "JUBILEE...

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