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Katy of Catoctin: Or, the Chain-breakers, a National Romance
George Alfred Townsend
Vista completa - 1895
Abel Quantrell answered arms asked Atzerodt Baltimore blood Booth Bosler bridge called Captain cents church close cloth coming cried cross dark death door Dunker entered exclaimed eyes face father feel feet felt fire followed gave girl give hand Hannah Ritner head hear heard heart horse John Brown Katy kill kissed Light lines live Lloyd Quantrell looked Luther Maryland mind mother mountain nature nearly negro Nelly Harbaugh never night passed person Pittson pointed poor President raised replied ring river road seemed seen senator showed side slavery slaves Smith sound spirit spoke stone stood street tears thought took turned Virginia voice walked Washington wife woman young
Página 529 - But why do I talk of death? That phantom of grisly bone, I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O, God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!
Página 485 - With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow and his orphans, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and a lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.
Página 299 - I believe that to have interfered as I have done, as I have always freely admitted I have done, in behalf of His despised poor, was not wrong, but right. Now, if it is deemed necessary that I should forfeit my life for the furtherance of the ends of justice, and mingle my blood further with the blood of my children, and with the blood of millions in this slave country whose rights are disregarded by wicked, cruel, and unjust enactments — I submit : so let it be done.
Página 18 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Página 438 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 334 - You have among you many a purchased slave, Which, like your asses and your dogs and mules, You use in abject and in slavish parts, Because you bought them...
Página 162 - Did not we cast three men bound into the midst of the fire ? They answered and said unto the king, True, O king. He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt ; and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God.
Página 282 - Who was her father? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?