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Página 186 - 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 252 - 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 361 - So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.
Página 70 - 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 272 - Knit they the gentle ties which long These sister States were proud to wear, And forged the kindly links so strong For idle hands in sport to tear ? For scornful hands aside to throw ? No, by our fathers...
Página 272 - 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 343 - When the devil was sick, the devil a monk would be, When the devil was well, the devil a monk was he.
Página 448 - 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 70 - 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 may ever return for love to cherish. All that may ever be known is, that she sailed from her port, ' and was never heard of more !' " The sight of this wreck, as usual, gave rise to many dismal anecdotes.