The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volumen58

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, John Holmes Agnew, Kinahan Cornwallis

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Página 188 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger.
Página 254 - And she said, The Philistines be upon thee, Samson. And he awoke out of his sleep, and said, I will go out as at other times before, and shake myself.
Página 72 - But where, thought I, is the crew? Their struggle has long been over ; they have gone down amidst the roar of the tempest ; their bones lie whitening among the caverns of the deep. Silence, oblivion, like the waves, have closed over them, and no one can tell the story of their end.
Página 274 - And we who wear thy glorious name, Shall we, like cravens, stand apart, When those whom thou hast trusted, aim The death-blow at thy generous heart ? Forth goes the battle-cry, and lo ! Hosts rise in harness, shouting, No ! And they who founded, in our land, The power that rules from sea to sea, Bled they in vain, or vainly planned To leave their country great and free ? Their sleeping ashes, from below, Send up the thrilling murmur, No...
Página 72 - What sighs have been wafted after that ship! what prayers offered up at the deserted fireside of home! How often has the mistress, the wife, the mother, pored over the daily news to catch some casual intelligence of this rover of the deep! How has expectation darkened into anxiety, anxiety into dread, and dread into despair! Alas! not one memento shall ever return for love to cherish. All that shall ever be known, is that she sailed from her port,
Página 186 - The valleys shouted to the sun, The great woods clapped their hands, And joy and glory seemed to run Like rivers through the lands. They came : our daughters and our wives, And men whose heads were white, Rose sudden into kingly lives, And walked forth to the fight ; And we drew aim along our guns, And calmed our quickening breath ; Then, as is meet for Freedom's sons, Shook loving hands with Death. And when three hundred of the foe Rode...
Página 274 - Not yet the hour is nigh, when they Who deep in Eld's dim twilight sit, Earth's ancient kings, shall rise and say, ' Proud country, welcome to the pit ! So soon art thou, like us, brought low ? ' No, sullen group of shadows, No ! " For now, behold, the arm that gave The victory in our fathers...
Página 270 - tis bound, While for his altar and his hearth, While for the land that gave him birth, The war-drums roll, the trumpets sound, How sacred is it then ! Whenever for the truth and right It flashes in the van of fight ; Whether in some wild mountain pass, As that where fell Leonidas ; Or on some sterile plain and stern, A Marston...
Página 452 - The total white population of the eleven States now comprising the Confederacy is six millions, and therefore, to fill up the ranks of the proposed army, six hundred thousand — about ten per cent of the entire white population — will be required. In any other country than our own such a draft could not be met ; but the Southern States can furnish that number of men, and still not leave the material interests of the country in a suffering condition.
Página 92 - These words spake Jesus, and lifted up his eyes to heaven, and said, Father, the hour is come; glorify thy Son, that thy Son also may glorify thee...

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