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Page 167 - The curse of the Lord is in the house of the wicked: but he blesseth the habitation of the just.
Page 381 - God's will be done ! Long for work did he seek, Work he found none. Tears on his hollow cheek Told what no tongue could speak : Why did his master break? God's will be done ! Doctor said air was best — Food we had none ; Father, with panting breast, Groaned to be gone : Now he is with the blest — Mother says death is best ! We have no place of rest — Yes, we have one ! BATTLE SONG.
Page 244 - The trailing bramble hath not yet a sprout ; Yet harshly to the wind the wanton prates, Not with thy smooth lisp, woodbine of the fields! Thou future treasure of the bee, that waits Gladly on thee, spring's harbinger ! when yields All bounteous earth her odorous flowers, and builds The nightingale, in beauty's fairest land.
Page 165 - ... were made at the time of the event. It was then considered as the extinction of a virulent and implacable enemy ; it is now viewed as the fall of a great warrior, a penetrating statesman, and a mighty prince. It then excited universal joy and congratulation, as a prelude to the close of a merciless war ; it now awakens sober reflections on the instability of empire, the peculiar destiny of the aboriginal race, and the inscrutable decrees of Heaven.
Page 398 - To arms ! away ! They come ! they come ! the knell is rung Of us or them ; Wide o'er their march the pomp is flung Of gold and gem. What collar'd hound of lawless sway, To famine dear — What pensioned slave of Attila, Leads in the rear?
Page 28 - He prattled less in accents void of guile, Of that wild land, beyond the golden wave, Where I, not he, was doomed to be a slave ; Cold o'er his limbs the listless languor grew ; Paleness came o'er his eye of placid blue; Pale mourned the lily where the rose had died. And timid, trembling, came he to my side. He was my all on earth. Oh ! who can speak The anxious mother's too prophetic woe, Who sees death feeding on her dear child's cheek, And strives in vain to think it is not so? Ah ! many a sad...
Page 369 - Oh, for a Saint, like those who sought and found, For conscience' sake, sad homes beyond the main ! — The Fathers of New England, who unbound, In wild Columbia, Europe's double chain ; The men whose dust cries, ' Sparta, live again !' The slander'd Calvinists of Charles's time Fought, and they won it, Freedom's holy fight. Like prophet-bards, although they hated rhyme, All incorruptible as heaven's own light, Spoke each devoted preacher for the right.