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Page 220 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo! No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread. And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.
Page 221 - Their shivered swords are red with rust, Their plumed heads are bowed; Their haughty banner, trailed in dust, Is now their martial shroud. And plenteous funeral tears have washed The red stains from each brow, And the proud forms, by battle gashed, Are free from anguish now.
Page 287 - Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has he may lose, it flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill considered action.
Page 223 - neath their parent turf they rest, Far from the gory field, Borne to a Spartan mother's breast On many a bloody shield; The sunshine of their native sky Smiles sadly on them here, And kindred eyes and hearts watch by The heroes
Page 309 - Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly...
Page 367 - I will put my laws into their mind, And write them in their hearts: And I will be to them a God, And they shall be to me a people...
Page 133 - Revolutions sweep O'er Earth, like troubled visions o'er the breast Of dreaming sorrow ; cities rise and sink Like bubbles on the water ; fiery isles Spring blazing from the Ocean, and go back To their mysterious caverns ; Mountains rear To heaven their bald and blacken'd cliffs, and bow Their tall heads to the plain...
Page 160 - The reverse may bring disaster on every portion of the country, and if you will have it thus, we will invoke the God of our fathers, who delivered them from the power of the lion, to protect us from the ravages of the bear; and, thus putting our trust in God and in our firm hearts and strong arms, we will vindicate the right as best we may.
Page 222 - Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground, Ye must not slumber there, Where stranger steps and tongues resound Along the heedless air. Your own proud land's heroic soil Shall be your fitter grave: She claims from war his richest spoil — The ashes of her brave.
Page 317 - That is all that I remember, till a sudden burst of light, And I stood beside the river, where we stood that Sunday night, Waiting to be ferried over to the dark bluffs opposite, When the river was perdition and all hell was opposite! — "And the same old palpitation came again in all its power. And I heard a bugle sounding, as from some celestial tower; And the same mysterious voice said: ' IT is THE ELEVENTH HOUR! ORDERLY SERGEANT — ROBERT BURTON — IT is THE ELEVENTH HOUR! ' "Doctor Austin!—...