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Page 186 - He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah His truth is marching on.
Page 86 - Oh dear! what can the matter be? Dear, dear! what can the matter be? Oh dear! what can the matter be?
Page 365 - We are the valiant soldiers who've 'listed for the war; We are fighting for the Union, we are fighting for the law; We can shoot a rebel farther than a white man ever saw; As we go marching on.
Page 83 - For to-night we'll merry, merry be, For to-night we'll merry, merry be, For to-night we'll merry, merry be, To-morrow we'll be sober.
Page 69 - Helen! Helen!" John seized the girl's wrists ; her gray eyes flashed into his defiantly. " Will you go? " he roared. " No!" He dropped her wrists, caught her up in his arms as if she had been a kitten, and leaped into the shadow of the trees that leaned over the road from the yard. The rifle rang out again, and the little ball whistled venomously overhead. Harkless ran along the fence, and turned in at the gate. A loose strand of the girl's hair blew across his cheek, and in the moon her head shone...
Page 33 - Seven years!" He was occupied with the realization that there had been a man in his class whose ambition needed no restraint, his promise was so complete — in the strong belief of the university, a belief he could not help knowing — and that seven years to a day from his Commencement this man was sitting on a fence rail in Indiana.