The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, Volumen19

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Avil Printing Company, 1903
 

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Página 209 - Hurrah ! hurrah for Sheridan ! Hurrah ! hurrah for horse and man! And when their statues are placed on high, Under the dome of the Union sky, The American soldier's Temple of Fame, There with the glorious general's name Be it said, in letters both bold and bright: " Here is the steed that saved the day
Página 163 - Hark to an exiled son's appeal, Maryland 1 My Mother State, to thee I kneel, Maryland ! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland, my Maryland! Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland ! Thy beaming sword shall never rust, Maryland
Página 147 - Strewed with rubies thick as gravel— Ceilings of diamonds, sapphire floors, High walls of coral, and pearly bowers. From thence to Heaven's bribeless hall, Where no corrupted voices brawl; No conscience molten into gold, No forged accuser, bought or sold, For there Christ is the King's Attorney ; No cause deferred, no
Página 145 - Tell Physic of her boldness; Tell Skill it is pretension; Tell Charity of coldness; And as they do reply, Go give them still the lie. . . . So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing— Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing— Stab at thee, he that will, No stab the Soul can
Página 377 - Laughing and looking back, and flying still, Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas, she was not to be found; Nor from that hour could anything be guessed, But that she was not. Weary of his life, Francesco flew to Venice, and, forthwith, Flung it away in battle with the Turk. Orsini
Página 145 - it wants devotion; Tell Love it is but lust; Tell Time it is but motion ; Tell Flesh it is but dust: And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie. . . Tell Wit how much it wrangles In tickle points of niceness; Tell Wisdom she entangles Herself in over-wiseness: And when they do reply, Straight give them both the He. Tell
Página 162 - MY MARYLAND. The despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland! His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland ! Avenge the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, And be the battle-queen of yore, Hark to an exiled son's appeal, Maryland
Página 79 - clouds, it mocks the skies, I'm on the Sea! I'm on the Sea ! I am where I would ever be ; With the blue above, and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go ; What matter
Página 476 - Furl it, fold it—it is best; For there's not a man to wave it. And there's not a sword to save it, And there's not one left to lave it In the blood which heroes gave it, And its foes now scorn and brave it:
Página 208 - retreating troops ; What was done ? what to do ? a glance told him both. Then striking his spurs, with a terrible oath, He dashed down the line, 'mid a storm of huzzas, And the wave of

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