A Library of American Literature from the Earliest Settlement to the Present Time: Literature of the republic. pt. 3. 1835-1860
Edmund Clarence Stedman, Ellen Mackay Hutchinson
Charles L. Webster, 1889 - American literature
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Page 342 - If this council or this work be of men, it will come to nought: but if it be of God ye cannot overthrow it." So with a sense of strength the minister spoke
Page 201 - did not moralize about it, nor sigh, nor grow moody. He turned to Prue, sometimes, and jested gently, and often quoted from the old song of George Withers, I believe: "If she be not fair for me, What care I how fair she be ? " But there was no flippancy in the jesting; I thought the sweet
Page 363 - The rogue is growing a little old; Five years we've tramped through wind and weather. And slept out-doors when nights were cold, And ate and drank—and starved—together. A fire to thaw our thumbs (poor fellow! The paw he holds up there's beeu frozen), Plenty of catgut for my fiddle (This out-door business is bad for
Page 275 - Bay'nets and grape! " hear Stonewall roar. Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby's score, In Stonewall Jackson's Way. Ah, Maiden! wait and watch, and yearn, For news of Stonewall's band. Ah, Widow! read, with eyes that burn, That ring upon thy hand. Ah, Wife! sew on, pray on, hope on! Thy life shall not be all forlorn.
Page 445 - Knickerbocker Magazine. 1849.] IN their ragged regimentals Stood the old Continentals, Yielding not, While the grenadiers were lunging, And like hail fell the plunging Cannon-shot; When the files Of the isles, From the smoky night-encampment, bore the banner of the rampant Unicorn; And grummer, grummer, grummer, rolled the roll of the drummer, Through the morn!
Page 239 - gains for all our losses, -*- There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs. It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again. We are stronger, and are better, Under manhood's sterner reign: Still we feel that something sweet Followed youth, with
Page 385 - Praying that we meet again. Charles Carroll Sawyer. 1838 . WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME. WHEN Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! hurrah! We'll give him a hearty welcome then. Hurrah! hurrah! The men will cheer, the boys will shout, The ladies, they will all turn out, And we'll all feel gay, When Johnny
Page 446 - While the balls whistled deadly, And in streams flashing redly Blazed the fires: As the roar On the shore Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres Of the plain; And louder, louder, louder, cracked the black gunpowder, Cracking amain 1 Now like smiths at their forges Worked the red St. George's Cannoneers, And the villainous