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Page 53
... excellent letter , because it told what you had seen and what you were doing — certainly better as a letter than this of mine , which is rather a sermon . But read it , my dear Charlie , as the A LETTER FROM JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL 53.
... excellent letter , because it told what you had seen and what you were doing — certainly better as a letter than this of mine , which is rather a sermon . But read it , my dear Charlie , as the A LETTER FROM JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL 53.
Page 89
... told me , just now , I had a happy disposition . How can I help it ? " " Well ; but , my dear , " returned Lamps argumenta- tively , " how can I help it ? Put it to yourself , sir . Look at her . Always as you see her now . Always ...
... told me , just now , I had a happy disposition . How can I help it ? " " Well ; but , my dear , " returned Lamps argumenta- tively , " how can I help it ? Put it to yourself , sir . Look at her . Always as you see her now . Always ...
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... , you had that much sense , you young Rip , " groaned poor Coppy , half amused and half angry . " And how many people may you have told about it ? ” " Only me myself . You didn't tell when I 96 READINGS IN LITERATURE.
... , you had that much sense , you young Rip , " groaned poor Coppy , half amused and half angry . " And how many people may you have told about it ? ” " Only me myself . You didn't tell when I 96 READINGS IN LITERATURE.
Page 101
... told her overnight that she must not ride out by the river . And she had gone to prove her own spirit and teach Coppy a lesson . Almost at the foot of the inhospitable hills , Wee Willie Winkie saw the Waler blunder and come down ...
... told her overnight that she must not ride out by the river . And she had gone to prove her own spirit and teach Coppy a lesson . Almost at the foot of the inhospitable hills , Wee Willie Winkie saw the Waler blunder and come down ...
Page 102
... told me so ! " wailed Wee Willie Winkie disconsolately . " I saw him kissing you , and he said he was fonder of you van Bell or ve Butcha or me . And so I came . You must get up and come back . You didn't ought to be here . Vis is a bad ...
... told me so ! " wailed Wee Willie Winkie disconsolately . " I saw him kissing you , and he said he was fonder of you van Bell or ve Butcha or me . And so I came . You must get up and come back . You didn't ought to be here . Vis is a bad ...
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Page 48 - But the right is more precious than peace, and we shall fight for the things which we have always carried nearest our hearts — for democracy, for the right of those who submit to authority to have a voice in their own government...
Page 43 - With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and orphans, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and a lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.
Page 364 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 357 - Yet Love will dream, and Faith will trust, (Since He who knows our need is just,) That somehow, somewhere, meet we must.
Page 26 - Peace — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Page 142 - As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth, "For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more...
Page 42 - 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 battle-field 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...
Page 152 - Therefore, thus saith the Lord concerning the king of Assyria, He shall not come into this city, nor shoot an arrow there, nor come before it with shield, nor cast a bank against it. By the way that he came, by the same shall he return, and shall not come into this city, saith the Lord. For I will defend this city, to save it, for mine own sake, and for my servant David's sake.
Page 146 - This was the truest warrior That ever buckled sword, This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word; And never earth's philosopher Traced with his golden pen, On the deathless page, truths half so sage As he wrote down for men.
Page 252 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.