White Dawn: A Legend of Ticonderoga

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Fleming H. Revell Company, 1914 - Ticonderoga, Battle of, 1758 - 306 pages
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Page 274 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 84 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Page 290 - Fiction," says one who was sharer in it, " could not have been conducted with more address to lead an audience from despondency to sudden exultation, than Accident had here prepared to excite the passions of a whole People. They despaired ; they triumphed ; and they wept, — for Wolfe had fallen in the hour of victory! Joy, grief...
Page 148 - But by the grace of God I am what I am; and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all; yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.
Page 164 - We are the stars which sing, We sing with our light ; We are the birds of fire, We fly over the sky. Our light is a voice ; We make a road for spirits, For the spirits to pass over.
Page 73 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; Full many a flow'r is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 94 - Where should our redcoats disembark To rout Montcalm his henchmen ? A trout-brook once I fished. Lord Howe, To fry my catch in bacon: Along that trail, Sir, I'll allow Ticonderoga's taken. O what so wildly fair as war! From dancing skiff and dripping oar Land down on yonder dreamy shore And drowsy let the drum be. O proud as life the far crag's flush ! And sweet as youth — the hermit-thrush ! O deep as death the dark wood's hush. Marching with Abercromby!
Page 122 - Do unto them as unto the Midianites ; as to Sisera, as to Jabin, at the brook of Kison : 10 Which perished at En-dor: they became as dung for the earth. 11 Make their nobles like Oreb, and like Zeeb : yea, all their princes as Zebah, and as Zalmunna : 12 Who said, Let us take to ourselves the houses of God in possession.
Page 280 - I remember very well how he looked," one of the Canadians, then a boy of eighteen, used to say in his old age : " He rode a black or dark bay horse along the front of our lines, brandishing his sword, as if to excite us to do our duty. He wore a coat with wide sleeves, which fell back as he raised his arm, and showed the white linen of the wristband.
Page 285 - Who run?" Wolfe demanded, like a man roused from sleep. "The enemy, sir. Egad, they give way everywhere!" "Go. one of you, to Colonel Burton," returned the dying man; "tell him to march Webb's regiment down to Charles River, to cut off their retreat from the bridge.

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