Odd Fellows' Literary Casket, Volumes 1-2Tidball & Turner, 1854 - American literature |
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... rest upon every mind . All were ready to do him honor , and bore him rich and costly presents , as the king anointed of the Lord to rule over them . There were some , however , among the Israelites , who were denominated children of ...
... rest upon every mind . All were ready to do him honor , and bore him rich and costly presents , as the king anointed of the Lord to rule over them . There were some , however , among the Israelites , who were denominated children of ...
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... rests on a volcano which may any day burst . Revolutions are awful things ; yet every nation has its own mission to fulfil in this respect . Russia has her own revolutions yet to make and to go through . Every nation in Europe has long ...
... rests on a volcano which may any day burst . Revolutions are awful things ; yet every nation has its own mission to fulfil in this respect . Russia has her own revolutions yet to make and to go through . Every nation in Europe has long ...
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... rest which remains beyond , and we can read in her face her title to this hope . This may seem to some a mere dream of fancy . It can never be possible , they will say , that any circumstances of destitution could bring a mother to this ...
... rest which remains beyond , and we can read in her face her title to this hope . This may seem to some a mere dream of fancy . It can never be possible , they will say , that any circumstances of destitution could bring a mother to this ...
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... rest , her foreboding heart interpreting but too truly the various exclamations of horror which met her ear as she ap- proached the spot . There , indeed , was her husband , who had been standing with his back to the opening , when the ...
... rest , her foreboding heart interpreting but too truly the various exclamations of horror which met her ear as she ap- proached the spot . There , indeed , was her husband , who had been standing with his back to the opening , when the ...
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... pride , Beloved by heaven o'er all the world beside ; His HOME the spot of earth supremely blest , A dearer , sweeter spot than all the rest . The Bachelor's Ride . " Rub that horse down well 46 ODD FELLOWS ' LITERARY CASKET .
... pride , Beloved by heaven o'er all the world beside ; His HOME the spot of earth supremely blest , A dearer , sweeter spot than all the rest . The Bachelor's Ride . " Rub that horse down well 46 ODD FELLOWS ' LITERARY CASKET .
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Page 92 - And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Page 144 - After laying down my pen I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Page 31 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?
Page 92 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Page 144 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting...
Page 46 - There is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by heaven o'er all the world beside...
Page 138 - Egypt. Now go and smite Amalek, and utterly destroy all that they have, and spare them not; but slay both man and woman, infant and suckling, ox and sheep, camel and ass.
Page 196 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 43 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Page 116 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.