Nineteenth century

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Werner Company, 1893
 

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Página 1455 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 1663 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Página 1455 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 1499 - Purge that constitution of its corruption, and give to its popular branch equality of representation, and it would be the most perfect constitution ever devised by the wit of man.' Hamilton paused and said, ' Purge it of its corruption, and give to its popular branch equality of representation, and it would become an impracticable government : as it stands at present, with all its supposed defects, it is the most perfect government which ever existed.
Página 1455 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. "No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not iu sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Página 1455 - ... where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done, when the bell tolled the hour for retiring ; and we heard the distant and random gun that the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, from the field of his fame fresh and gory ; we carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, but we left him alone with his glory ! CASABlANCA.«-Y^frj.
Página 1615 - Such were the deeds that helped his youth to train : Rough culture, but such trees large fruit may bear, If but their stocks be of right girth and grain. So he grew up, a destined work to do, And lived to do it: four long-suffering years...
Página 1455 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 1492 - About ten o'clock I bade adieu to Mount Vernon, to private life, and to domestic felicity ; and with a mind oppressed with more anxious and painful sensations than I have words to express, set out for New York with the best disposition to render service to my country in obedience to its call, but with less hope of answering its expectations.
Página 1490 - Made pale at his cannon's rattle. He died at the close of that darksome day, A day that shall live in story ; In the rocky land they placed his clay, " And left him alone with his glory.