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Page 466 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow!
Page 479 - Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Page 137 - Shake! I want to shout! Oh, I tell you, I am immensely delighted and relieved. Oh, just to work — that is life! No matter what the work is — that's of no consequence. Just work itself is bliss when a man's been starving for it. I've been there! Come right along, we'll hunt the old boys up. Don't you feel good? I tell you / do.
Page 235 - Out West there was a good deal of confusion in men's minds during the first months of the great trouble — a good deal of unsettledness, of leaning first this way, then that, then the other way. It was hard for us to get our bearings.
Page 480 - A LIFE on the ocean wave, A home on the rolling deep, Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep! Like an eagle caged, I pine On this dull, unchanging shore: Oh!
Page 480 - Oh, who can tell what joy he feels, As o'er the foam his vessel reels, And his tired eyelids slumb'ring fall, He rouses at the welcome call Of "Larboard watch — ahoy!
Page 99 - What Union do you belong to?" Tracy was obliged to reply that he didn't belong to any trade union. " Very well, then, it's impossible to employ you. My men wouldn't stay with me if I should employ a ' scab,' or ' rat,'
Page 236 - I had heard my father say, some years before he died, that slavery was a great wrong, and that he would free the solitary negro he then owned if he could think it right to give away the property of the family when he was so straitened in means. My mate retorted that a mere impulse was nothing— anybody could pretend to a good impulse; and went on decrying my Unionism and libelling my ancestry. A month later the secession atmosphere had considerably thickened on the Lower Mississippi, and I became...
Page 115 - I'm opposed to millionaires, but it would be dangerous to offer me the position." " You'd take it?" " I would leave the funeral of my dearest enemy to go and assume its burdens and responsibilities." Tracy thought a while, then said : " I don't know that I quite get the bearings of your position. You say you are opposed to hereditary nobilities, and yet if you had the chance you would—" "Take one? In a minute I would. And there...