Scribner's Magazine, Volumen 14Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan Charles Scribners Sons, 1893 |
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... seemed almost as far away as ever ; and it was very late when we finally halted , stacked arms , and laid down for a ... seem as though our eyes were fully closed before we were aroused , and day had not yet broken when we moved down to ...
... seemed almost as far away as ever ; and it was very late when we finally halted , stacked arms , and laid down for a ... seem as though our eyes were fully closed before we were aroused , and day had not yet broken when we moved down to ...
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... seemed to make me more thirsty than ever . A stream of water was boiling , bubbling , and running within my hearing ; my face and body were drenched ; and yet it seemed as though I should die of thirst . Since then I have been on the ...
... seemed to make me more thirsty than ever . A stream of water was boiling , bubbling , and running within my hearing ; my face and body were drenched ; and yet it seemed as though I should die of thirst . Since then I have been on the ...
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... seemed to be the longest hymn he could find , and in a wheezy voice sang it all through without skipping a stan- These interesting exercises were then closed by a lengthy prayer in which advice to the Creator was the most prominent ...
... seemed to be the longest hymn he could find , and in a wheezy voice sang it all through without skipping a stan- These interesting exercises were then closed by a lengthy prayer in which advice to the Creator was the most prominent ...
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... seemed to have been forgotten , and yet it ap- peared to be such a short prayer . A wounded Confederate soldier was lying in one corner of my tent , and knowing what firm friends we now were , our advo- cate at the bar of God used that ...
... seemed to have been forgotten , and yet it ap- peared to be such a short prayer . A wounded Confederate soldier was lying in one corner of my tent , and knowing what firm friends we now were , our advo- cate at the bar of God used that ...
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... seemed as though the subject had been exhausted and there was absolutely nothing more to be said . When , therefore , Mr. Lin- coln arose in obedience to the an- nouncement that the President would now pronounce the dedication , every ...
... seemed as though the subject had been exhausted and there was absolutely nothing more to be said . When , therefore , Mr. Lin- coln arose in obedience to the an- nouncement that the President would now pronounce the dedication , every ...
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Página 28 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
Página 124 - Then the master of the house, being angry, said to his servant, go out quickly into the streets, and lanes of the city, and bring in hither the poor, and the maimed, and the halt, and the blind.
Página 282 - Would you not pay a pretty fine to be able to cancel some of them ? Oh, the sad old pages, the dull old pages ! Oh, the cares, the ennui, the squabbles, the repetitions, the old conversations over and over again ! But now and again a kind thought is recalled, and now and again a dear memory. Yet a few chapters more, and then the last : after which, behold Finis itself come to an end, and the Infinite begun.
Página 66 - We, too, might live like them, and set ourselves to witness with appropriate emotions the varied scenes that man and nature afford. We might make ourselves spiritual by detaching ourselves from action, and become perfect by the rejection of energy.
Página 341 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows. West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain ; and away to the northward Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains...
Página 196 - And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept : and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son...
Página 270 - Walton will be seen twice in no man's company he does not like, and likes none but such as he believes to be very honest men, which is one of the best arguments, or at least of the best testimonies I have, that I either am, or that he thinks me one of those, seeing I have not yet found him weary of me.
Página 382 - May the hatred of all the young, beautiful, and virtuous for ever be your portion, and may your eyes never behold anything but age and deformity ! May you meet with applause only from envious old maids, surly bachelors, and tyrannical parents; may you be doomed to the company of such ! and after death may their ugly souls haunt you ! " Now make Lovelace and Clarissa unhappy if you dare...
Página 649 - I rise simply to ask gentlemen to think well before, upon the free prairies of the West, in the summer of 1860, they dare to wince and quail before the men...