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... hand , in the fall of 1839 , from authentic official sources . The amount of stock authorized to be created by eighteen States , in each period of five years , from 1820 to 1838 , was as follows , viz : From 1820 to 1825 , $ 12,790,728 ...
... hand , in the fall of 1839 , from authentic official sources . The amount of stock authorized to be created by eighteen States , in each period of five years , from 1820 to 1838 , was as follows , viz : From 1820 to 1825 , $ 12,790,728 ...
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... hand , the long silent strings of the same lyre : " Then gently scan your brother man , Still gentler , sister woman ; Though they may gang a kennin wrang , To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark , The moving why ...
... hand , the long silent strings of the same lyre : " Then gently scan your brother man , Still gentler , sister woman ; Though they may gang a kennin wrang , To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark , The moving why ...
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... hand on my briest - bane , O say ye'll think on me , Willie , When I am deid and gane ! It's vain to comfort me , Willie , - Sair grief maun ha'e its will , — But let me rest upon your briest , To sab and greet my fill . Let me sit on ...
... hand on my briest - bane , O say ye'll think on me , Willie , When I am deid and gane ! It's vain to comfort me , Willie , - Sair grief maun ha'e its will , — But let me rest upon your briest , To sab and greet my fill . Let me sit on ...
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... hand to mouth , Heaven only knows how a daily repeti- tion of the miracle of the loaves and fishes , save that the baskets full of fragments are omitted , with the scarcely less number of immigrants from Europe , destitute of the means ...
... hand to mouth , Heaven only knows how a daily repeti- tion of the miracle of the loaves and fishes , save that the baskets full of fragments are omitted , with the scarcely less number of immigrants from Europe , destitute of the means ...
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... ; - ' tis thy joy to lay Thy fleshless hand upon unwrinkled brows ; The very pastime of thy wanton sway To strike down those whom Fate some joy allows , 1842. ] 45 Bravery, by ANNA CORA MOWATT A MONODY -By Charles T Congdon.
... ; - ' tis thy joy to lay Thy fleshless hand upon unwrinkled brows ; The very pastime of thy wanton sway To strike down those whom Fate some joy allows , 1842. ] 45 Bravery, by ANNA CORA MOWATT A MONODY -By Charles T Congdon.
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Page 219 - Do unto others as ye would that they should do unto you " ? That was the doctrine of Lao-tsze.
Page 184 - I was a Viking old! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee ! Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse; For this I sought thee. "Far in the Northern Land, By the wild Baltic's strand, I, with my childish hand, Tamed the ger-falcon ; And, with my skates fast-bound, Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on.
Page 317 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Page 185 - I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Yielding, yet half afraid, And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted. Under its loosened vest Fluttered her little breast, Like birds within their nest By the hawk frighted. " Bright in her father's hall Shields gleamed upon the wall, Loud sang the minstrels all, Chanting his glory; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand, Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story.
Page 230 - The future, till the past be gulf d in darkness, It is not of my search. — My mother Earth ! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful? I cannot love ye. And thou, the bright eye of the universe, That openest over all, and unto all Art a delight — thou shin'st not on my heart. And you, ye crags, upon whose extreme edge I stand, and on the torrent's brink beneath Behold the tall pines dwindled as to shrubs In dizziness of distance ; when a leap, A stir, a motion,...
Page 186 - Three weeks we westward bore. And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which to this very hour Stands looking seaward. "There lived we many years; Time dried the maiden's tears; She had forgot her fears, She was a mother: Death closed her mild blue eyes; Under that tower she lies; Ne'er shall the sun arise On such another!
Page 19 - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.
Page 439 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 52 - There is no Church, sayest thou? The voice of Prophecy has gone dumb? This is even what I dispute: but in any case, hast thou not still Preaching enough? A Preaching Friar settles himself in every village; and builds a pulpit, which he calls Newspaper. Therefrom he preaches what most momentous doctrine is in him, for man's salvation; and dost not thou listen, and believe?
Page 185 - Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me, Burning yet tender ; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine, On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor.