The Railway Anecdote Book: A Collection of Anecdotes and Incidents of Travel by River and Rail

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D. Appleton & Company, 1864 - 238 páginas
 

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Página 159 - Touched by remembrance trembles to that pole ; For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Página 159 - THERE is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by heaven, o'er all the world beside...
Página 137 - tis wiser Than sitting aside, And dreaming and sighing, And waiting the tide. In life's earnest battle They only prevail Who daily march onward And never say fail...
Página 223 - To the West, to the West, to the land of the free, Where the mighty Missouri rolls down to the sea; Where a man is a man if he's willing to toil, And the humblest may gather the fruits of the soil...
Página 159 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. " Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found...
Página 177 - And I sit and think, when the sunset's gold Is flushing river, and hill, and shore, I shall one day stand by the water cold, And list for the sound of the boatman's oar ; I shall watch for a gleam of the...
Página 98 - Come, let your brown hair just lighted with gold Fall on your shoulders again as of old : Let it drop over my forehead to-night, Shading my faint eyes away from the light ; For with its sunny-edged shadows once more Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore ; Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep ; Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.
Página 116 - Can little now avail to them. But if the page of truth they sought, Or comfort to the mourner brought, These hands a richer meed shall claim Than all that wait on Wealth or Fame.
Página 116 - And when it could not praise was chained ; If bold in Virtue's cause it spoke, Yet gentle concord never broke — This silent tongue shall plead for thee When Time unveils Eternity! Say, did these fingers delve the mine...
Página 164 - And diminished the basket's store — But his feet grew cold— so weary and cold — They'll never be warm any more — And this nook, in its emptiness, seemeth to me To give forth no voice but the moan of the sea. " Two others have gone toward the setting sun, And made them a home in its light, And fairy fingers have taken their share To mend by the fireside bright; Some other baskets their garments fill — But mine!

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