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... street ! Welcome her , all things youthful and sweet , Scatter the blossoms under her feet ! Break , happy land , into earlier flowers ! Make music , O bird , in the new - budded bowers ! Welcome her , welcome her , all that is ours ...
... street ! Welcome her , all things youthful and sweet , Scatter the blossoms under her feet ! Break , happy land , into earlier flowers ! Make music , O bird , in the new - budded bowers ! Welcome her , welcome her , all that is ours ...
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... Street , while the last ray of sunshine was lingering on the cupola of the town - house . 2. And now , all the ... streets , or walked along the narrow pave- ments . Squads of soldiers , who were dismissed from duty , passed by them ...
... Street , while the last ray of sunshine was lingering on the cupola of the town - house . 2. And now , all the ... streets , or walked along the narrow pave- ments . Squads of soldiers , who were dismissed from duty , passed by them ...
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... streets . 8. Later in the evening , not far from nine o'clock , sev- eral young men passed down King Street towards the cus- tom - house . When they drew near the sentinel , he halted on his post , and took his musket from his shoulder ...
... streets . 8. Later in the evening , not far from nine o'clock , sev- eral young men passed down King Street towards the cus- tom - house . When they drew near the sentinel , he halted on his post , and took his musket from his shoulder ...
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... street , and the report rang loudly between the edifices . " 6 It rose 21 A gush of smoke overspread the scene . heavily , as if it were loath to reveal the dreadful specta- cle beneath it . Eleven of the sons of New England lay ...
... street , and the report rang loudly between the edifices . " 6 It rose 21 A gush of smoke overspread the scene . heavily , as if it were loath to reveal the dreadful specta- cle beneath it . Eleven of the sons of New England lay ...
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... Street , though it melted away in the next day's sun , was never forgotten nor forgiven by the people . N. Hawthorne . XVII . - A SONG FROM THE SUDS . Q - I. UEEN of my tub , I merrily sing , While the white foam rises high ; And ...
... Street , though it melted away in the next day's sun , was never forgotten nor forgiven by the people . N. Hawthorne . XVII . - A SONG FROM THE SUDS . Q - I. UEEN of my tub , I merrily sing , While the white foam rises high ; And ...
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Page 309 - There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free, if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges, for which we have been so long contending — if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight ; I repeat it, sir, we must fight. An appeal to arms, and to the God of Hosts, is all that is left us.
Page 307 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided ; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Page 231 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power : In dreams, through camp and court he bore The trophies of a conqueror...
Page 258 - For as the rain cometh down, And the snow from heaven, And returneth not thither, But watereth the earth, And maketh it bring forth and bud, That it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater: So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: It shall not return unto me void, But it shall accomplish that which I please, And it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
Page 309 - If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston ! The war is inevitable, and let it come ! ! I repeat it, sir ; let it come ! ! ! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace, but there is no peace.
Page 307 - Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation ? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth ; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
Page 309 - Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.
Page 308 - No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us : they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging.
Page 291 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the Rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.
Page 309 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak, — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week — or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed; and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house?